This week is accelerating.
It started on a high at Lucy’s house. We had an ex-patriot curry fest. After 18 years living here, most of our friends and work colleagues are French, so it was strange to go to another person’s house and speak English and eat Indian…a nice change though. We were a mix of English, German and Dutch and American and Indian. I am convinced that one of our fellow dinner guests was a CIA agent …
Then some frantic rehearsals for the two D’AC concerts this week. When you are just voice and bass guitar on stage, you are very exposed…there is nowhere to hide! We have not played together for a while, so it was difficult at first. But then the magic came back. When one improvises something that the other doesn’t expect and then the other reacts in their own way and something is created on the spot which surprises and pleases both of us. Etienne really is an extraordinary bass player. He does some things that are technically so difficult that there is an excitement when we perform that makes my toes tingle.
I am now forced to cut short this post, my reading of all my favourite blogs, and precious rehearsal time because I have to wrestle with my French tax declaration , which is as complicated as anything administrative in France is bound to be…I may be some time…or as Katydidnot might say…"and then my head exploded".
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