Rainy Sunday afternoon spent writing a few emails, doing a little paperwork, lapping the block with the dogs a few times inbetween showers. A couple of weeks ago, I went on a whim to see Bruce Cockburn play at a fundraiser for the Cedar Cultural Center. As a venue, I can't think of what I could compare it to back in Australia – very low-key, folding-chair-type place, though with beer on tap and paper-plated thai curry, both of which could be taken inside (my kind of place). I called on the day (a school-night too – impressing myself with my spontaneity) after I saw it advertised on a website I happened upon. It was general admission, so I turned up early and got a great seat, fairly close to the front. I was thankful that the concert started at 7.30 pm (unlike Alexi Murdoch a couple of weeks before – who didn't come on until midnight!). Guess they were catering for the demographic (I think I discovered where all the 50+ yr old hippies hang out).
He's put on a few pounds since I last saw him in Sydney at the Basement (was it '96?!), but his performance was perfect and the setlist was a great mix of old and new. Only just resisted buying his instrumental album after hearing Jerusalem Poker. Found Dust and Diesel on YouTube.
Felt quite homesick yesterday, cheered up by a phonecall from Jackie B. I had tried to cheer myself up earlier by attempting Mum's butterscotch pie recipe sans Mum's butterscotch pie recipe. I found a substitute on the web and until I can compare it with Mum's, will refuse all blame, though it did have merangue ... I still can't quite get the hang of merangue!
