Hello world, I humbly throw myself at your feet in apology for not writing in a very long time. Major props to my boy Pete who is always so good about keeping in touch. Lately I have been plagued by the thought that my entries lack an underlying, unifying theme and for that they are no good. Such is the life of a perfectionist…
The rest of the crew and I have been longing for the days of torrential downpours and thunderstorms that seemed to plague us earlier this summer. The past few shows have been HOT. The crew has gone from having nice summer glows to constantly nursing sunburns. I’ve always liked having the red nose in the summer that suggests that I’d been in the sun, but my face is 4 shades darker than my neck now!
Read the full blog entry with pictures at the Oxfam Blog website here onwards.
The Gorge Amphitheater. The stage literally sits at the edge of a cliff. Isn’t it breathtaking? When the VIVA banner dropped during Death and All His Friends, it went flapping in the wind and my crew mates were left having to try to grab on to it and hold it down to no avail.