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Feb. 15th, 2009 11:43 amI was sad, for a while, that I'd had to cancel my burlesque show last night. It was frustrating, to put that much time, effort, and money into something (time, effort, and money that I really didn't have, but that's another story) only to have it not take place.
But last night - the Borderville launch gig, keep up at the back! - was exactly what I needed, and I wonder if performing is not, in fact, the be-all and end-all of What I Need To Do To Be Happy. Because loud music, too much cider, and six hours of dancing seem to produce a similar feeling of rightness, with a lot less attendant stress and anxiety.
With this in mind, I'll be off to see this band on Wednesday. Who's with me?
Have some twinkly twee prettiness to convince you!
But last night - the Borderville launch gig, keep up at the back! - was exactly what I needed, and I wonder if performing is not, in fact, the be-all and end-all of What I Need To Do To Be Happy. Because loud music, too much cider, and six hours of dancing seem to produce a similar feeling of rightness, with a lot less attendant stress and anxiety.
With this in mind, I'll be off to see this band on Wednesday. Who's with me?
Have some twinkly twee prettiness to convince you!
