Played my new favorite festival last weekend:
Belladrum Tartan Heart, way up past Inverness. Small, clean, friendly, has its very own bike race and, oh my goodness, free single malt whiskey tastings every night. Oh. My. Goodness.
All these things were great. But, perhaps the best thing of all was the conversation I had with a 6-year-old fan the day after our gig:
She: Were you the girl playing violin in that band?
Me: Yes*
She: I was pretending you were my mom!
Weird? Great? Funny.
*I left the violin/viola thing alone. Since she was six. Seven, however, is the ignorance cut-off.
1 comment:
totally, and completely, AWESOME.
A great idea for a story, too. :)
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