Coffee and Cigarettes

There isn't much time as I must go and flyer in twenty minutes. The air is warm and wet, like when you put a wet towel over your head and lie in the sun by the pool for too long. Melbourne was supposed to be cold. I didn't buy an expensive jacket just to carry it around with me all the time dammit.

In 2006 I came here. I was at The Trades Hall one night. Cold night. We were all sitting at a long bench table, drinking $4.00 pints of Mountain Goat. There were multiple jazz cigarettes being passed around. A ragtime band played and a gorgeous woman dancing on our table. I remember Xavier, Horabin and I looking at eachother. Awesome. That was a moment. A point. We felt like the lords of our creation.

In 2008 I have had many more of those moments and I haven't even been here a week. The festival is magic. There is no way else to put it. In my previous post I wrote about a perfect moment. The conditions being just right for that moment to exist. Here the conditions are ripe.

A man could live in a place like this. A man could be happy with his lot no matter how large or small.

I have ten minutes left.

I have another week and a half here in the place of Melbourne. I have to admit that at the rate I am going that prospect does exhaust me somewhat. But, there are more exciting things coming. More shows to see. More places to go. Trades Hall awaits. Improv awaits. Krispy Kreme awaits.
I have eight minutes left. But by the time I proof read, pack up and walk down the the Town Hall it will be time to get to work. The conditions are ripe. The Lords are waiting.

Fire at Heart

Another piece of old white fence is sacrificed to the fire. The drink; a mixture of grains and dry ginger ale. Laughter and talk. The Chalk Circle is over and I need to pack. A moment. A perfect one. I smile and laugh, drunkenly. It's been too long between. Laughter and talk. Perfect.

I awake hydrophilic. Stomach hates me. Head hates me. Totally worth it. The long shower is fitting. The shower that you lean your head on the tiles and let the water wash over you. The rhythm of the shower. I need to brush my teeth.

I have a place that I need to go to but I'm not in any hurry. I need to pack. This year seems to be learning. I'm really enjoying this year. I think she and I are going to get on just fine. I think we should go steady. Did I wake up with all my clothes still on this morning? I must have been drunk. I have been getting very drunk recently. I blame the grains. Last night was brilliant. One of those nights that everything comes together. Like a perfect storm or jacket or flat white. I look around the circle which the fire is at heart. This is what my life should be; friends, fire and music. Last night was brilliant.

If I met with my younger self I think he'd be happy to see me. Granted he may be a bit pissed off with 2002 and 2003. But with good reason. I think he'd be happy with what he would become. I am. Sure there are many things I want, have, need to do to better myself and rightly so. But at the moment, at the young stage of this Rat. I think it is off to a very good start.

Thanks for reading this Blog, I realise it isn't the most entertaining thing in the world and you could be watching reruns of House. But you have chosen to take a small amount of time to read over the nonsensical ramblings of a small man who will undoubedly grow up to be a crazy old small man. But really who could think of a better way to be. Laughter and talk.

I need to pack.