A Time and Place For Music

Brother Imp would be happy. Even at this late hour, many musical aficionados showed up to sing, declaim poetry, play and sing. We had many good singers and artists. Menno "Flexor" Willemse started off the evening with Jim Croce's "Time in a bottle" and F. Carillo's "Time is a jailer", followed by Julie and Timothy Anderson, who started with "Knocking on Heaven's door". They were followed by the characteristic sound of Eric Jarvis, famous for drowning out, unamplified, a rock band. His act was followed by Añejo, who did a rendition of "Mercedes Benz", followed by a beautiful sea-song, unaccompanied.

But not all was song.

Andrew Brown read a poem about the battle of Hastings, and there was nary a dry eye in the room. His place on the stage was filled, amply, by the lovely Heather, who gave us a smouldering rendition of what is known in places as the "Jessica Rabbit Song". Then, assisted by Mr. Jarvis, Gemma took the stage to sing a haunting song. She was followed by Adrian Ogden who sang an a cappella rendition of "I am the entertainer" and "This is the hardest song in the world to find".

Ali of #afp fame then gave us a song with puns most atrocious, may she be forgiven. Next was Ben of the Green, who employed both expressive choreography and play of the didgeridoo for a surreal tale of the termite kingdom inside the atoms of a table, despite being severely hampered by the length of the microphone cable. Next, Stuart Quinn-Harvie gave us a poem.

After Stuart, Countertony took the stage with something from the classical repertoire. Dave sang a song and gave us a poem, which I believe he wrote himself. Later in the evening, he would write a poem at this very event and recite it, which we may say was above and beyond the call of duty. Jessica then came on and gave us a short story of a humorous nature.

Our other resident countertenor, Megamole, sang a song from Countertony's book, which he had borrowed. Then, Ssirienna gave us a rendition of "The Wild Rover" without which the evening would not have been complete. Many rounds of performance were achieved, and late was the hour when we finally decided that it was a night. It was a good night. After a final pint in the bar, your Compere packed up his belongings, and went to sleep, dreaming not at all.

Flexor