Thursday night I dropped by the Stencil Festival Opening night (and wrote up a story for {ariel flux}). Friday night I dropped down to Café Quince down the road from my new place to listen to Phil Carroll and Ernie Gruner play tunes from all over Eastern Europe, gorgeous klezmer swirling around me. Chatted with them after the show and got a CD to review, so that story will be coming soon too. Spent most of the weekend marking so I didn’t get to go to many of the stencil festival events I wanted to attend (so anyone who did make it should go add a story into {ariel flux}), but managed to finish in time Sunday to sneak out for coffee with Matt at Atomica and then an evening of jazz at the Spanish Club as part of the Melbourne Jazz Fringe Festival. Glorious, lazing in beanbags in the dimly lit plush red surroundings while different acts played various classical studies for trumpet or minimalist experimental genius for guitar and snare.
All in all, life is very, very good right now.