Best Medicine...
I’ve been ill for over a week now…not with anything
worthy of real sympathy…just cursed with a cough and cold that won’t go away…every
now and again it pretends it’s going to go and then it changes it’s mind…needless
to say I am unhappy with this situation and in my worse moments very miserable
indeed…
Last Sunday I was at my worst point…never
had I felt so unexcited about an Open Mic Night…I made plans to disappear to my
bed half way through and couldn’t imagine getting to the end of it in one piece…a
measure of my misery when normally they are the highlight of my year…
Then I heard the sound check, I was simply
blown away by people who I had no idea could play and sing, never mind play and
sing with such wonderful results…then the audience began to arrive, an audience
that would end up being over 100 strong with people from every generation in
it, youth theatre members past and present, family, friends, admirers…those
that had attended many Open Mic Nights before and those that had come for the
very first time…then the performances started…such range, such diversity, such
talent, such courage…such joy!
I didn’t go home, I made it to the end of
the night very much in one piece, tired but utterly restored…unfortunately it
didn’t last but there’s no doubt about it on Sunday night Open Mic Night 8 was
the very best medicine I could have had…
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