Finger picking gooood.

I know. But she brings it out in me.
Ain't nobody here but us chickens.

Jam packed.

Last night Trouble was very cross trying to do zir best to organise stuff for us here at The Beggar's Opera ie. musical US, ie. me, definitely and viola too, but also others like francesca and many Hinchinbrook House people such as Lowena, Oceana, Heartness, Frond and Skink who are all very into music apparently, which I didn't know intellectually but I've always felt the presence of others with me when I play. I see myself more as the technician. And I wish I was a better one. Mannie too is quite musical in a very left brain way and once played piano and could sight read alongside Viola. We have plans in that direction.

Trouble's crossness is just that it's so hard to be there, then flee, be there, then flee. The need to be there then flee be there then flee is very irritating, and perhaps we could overcome it with another three years of deep psychic work but we resent it when it is for such a stupid cause as this. Stupid cause being that we seem to have been sucked into organising "giving input" volunteering to help set up etc. It is frustrating because none of our musical people are permitted (by our own edicts) or wish to play that role at all and don't have the necessary knowledge or memories. And we don't WANT to fill up their minds with politics, details, facts, decisions, committees. We suspect that were we to do that then they would not be able to create.

Last night was a performance by some amazing musicians, followed by a FANTASTIC Jam session with Helen Barley and our new musical friend Mary. WONDERFUL. Then this morning was a committee meeting followed by a music workshop. Oh so good. So exciting.

So thank you Trouble, and I am sorry that you had such a stressful two days of rushing in to answer questions and to do stuff and then fleeing so we could stay here and be musical.
Thank you.

Roz.

Heaven is this afternoon on my verandah.

see, people (jody, just jo, shell, mannie, thea) took a while to differentiate between the me and Francesca and Calypso and Viola even tending to see us all in terms of things we have in common from their perspective such as "might not know where the car is parked" or "won't remember that today is Wednesday" or "may not recognise Mrs Chalk" etc. These are the kinds of pragmatic classifications that occur in our collective life due to the pressure of performing the illusion that may or may not be necessary (still I support it as a life skill rather like first aid that we may well NEED it one day you know, risk is debatable but consequences are serious etc. we could be here all day in any case here we are with our decisions and this is where we've arrived...) so... those pragmatic classifications don't define differences that are significant to us (me, viola, francesca and calypso) Here they are then so it's plain, for once;

Roz (me) and Viola play the music. Yes we do.
Others do compose songs, participate in lyrics etc. But it's me, Roz here now and that's because I just went to heavan for a few hours on the verandah with a musician call Mary and I loved our musical connection and oh my god she plays the dobra. Viola was there too. It was great.

Francesca and Calypso go to art class but it's mostly Francesca, with Calypso humming along about colour as she does (she's got a great sense of colour that girl). Calypso is the dancer.

Got it? Music, Art and Dance.
So many artists, so little time.

*beams*

Lowena says she's often helping all three. And I believe her.