Did you march?
Jun. 22nd, 2015 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis was a weekend of cultural immersion, yay. On Saturday I was inculcated into the delights of Drum Corps International - brass and marching and flags, oh my! - and may have added a new passion to my assemblage. Also I learned that it's totally fine to talk to total strangers at these events, if you only begin with "Did you march?" To which as like as not the answer will be yes. I don't know if this a uniquely American entertainment, but it really is very unBritish. And instantly addictive.
And on Sunday we swung the dial the other way, and went to a local production of Iolanthe. Before I came, I had no idea that G&S was so embedded in the amateur theatrical tradition hereabouts. It's a joy. And we had friends in the chorus, so double-joy. I did have to restrain myself from volunteering as an English coach (that really isn't how we pronounce Salisbury, and I'm tolerably certain that peers would rhyme masses with classes, rather than the other way around), but hey. Loved it.
And then in other news I had an awful night, with lots of lying awake in the dark being really depressed. Which I am now trying to treat by writing about sandcats. Because sandcats. (They've only been a rumour heretofore, in the whole Mars Imperial oeuvre; but T E Lawrence and camels and desert plains? Oh hell aye, there'd be sandcats.)
And on Sunday we swung the dial the other way, and went to a local production of Iolanthe. Before I came, I had no idea that G&S was so embedded in the amateur theatrical tradition hereabouts. It's a joy. And we had friends in the chorus, so double-joy. I did have to restrain myself from volunteering as an English coach (that really isn't how we pronounce Salisbury, and I'm tolerably certain that peers would rhyme masses with classes, rather than the other way around), but hey. Loved it.
And then in other news I had an awful night, with lots of lying awake in the dark being really depressed. Which I am now trying to treat by writing about sandcats. Because sandcats. (They've only been a rumour heretofore, in the whole Mars Imperial oeuvre; but T E Lawrence and camels and desert plains? Oh hell aye, there'd be sandcats.)