CROWD SURFING
So it begins: our crowdsourced tour of kitchen tables around Australia.
Today we left our beautiful teenage son and his XBOX with my mum. (thanks mum!) It's the longest we've ever been away from him.
Months back, we sent the word out on social networks calling for kitchen tables.
The offer - we'll sing at your kitchen table. In exchange, feed us and put us up for the night. Invite guests if you want, or not. Ask for a donation if you want, or not. Promote it if you want, or not. It's your table after all.
In two hours we had three weeks of kitchen tables booked. Mostly people we've never met in RL.We've got plans to sing at a detention centre for refugees, we'll be singing for an art class who will draw us as we perform, we'll be jamming some four part stuff with a lecturer in choral conducting and her hubby, running workshops at a high school in how to take folk songs and craft them into new things, and a jam in our nation's capital with some of the members of a punk/opera fusion band I sang in nearly twenty years ago.
We think it's going to be a wild ride, but we can't know. We are nervous. I keep getting shots of adrenalin. This will certainly shake us out of our comfortable - middle class, middle age, middle everything - groove.
Our hands are in the crowd now.
So it begins: our crowdsourced tour of kitchen tables around Australia.
Today we left our beautiful teenage son and his XBOX with my mum. (thanks mum!) It's the longest we've ever been away from him.
Months back, we sent the word out on social networks calling for kitchen tables.
The offer - we'll sing at your kitchen table. In exchange, feed us and put us up for the night. Invite guests if you want, or not. Ask for a donation if you want, or not. Promote it if you want, or not. It's your table after all.
In two hours we had three weeks of kitchen tables booked. Mostly people we've never met in RL.We've got plans to sing at a detention centre for refugees, we'll be singing for an art class who will draw us as we perform, we'll be jamming some four part stuff with a lecturer in choral conducting and her hubby, running workshops at a high school in how to take folk songs and craft them into new things, and a jam in our nation's capital with some of the members of a punk/opera fusion band I sang in nearly twenty years ago.
We think it's going to be a wild ride, but we can't know. We are nervous. I keep getting shots of adrenalin. This will certainly shake us out of our comfortable - middle class, middle age, middle everything - groove.
Our hands are in the crowd now.
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