I, Roadie
I have survived my little temporary excursion into the rock-and-roll world, and I really enjoyed myself. Stories later, once I’ve cleared up the work that piled up while I was off playing roadie.
The really short version is that I had tremendous fun, but I suspect that a significant part of the reason I could enjoy myself was because I knew that I was returning to my normal life shortly, and that I had the financial wherewithal to overcome any issue that exceeded my annoyance tolerance. In other words, I was playing in my own little petit hameau1.
An even more significant part, though, was that I got to see three very different Danny Michel shows in three days.
On a completely unrelated note, this has nothing to do with me, but I may have to buy them for some people.
- Which reference, incidentally, really has nothing to do with the idea of a Potemkin village, despite what my brain may suggest every damn time.(back)
Ben