Drip Drip Drip
Drip drip drip little April showers… The gorgeousness of 1950s orchestral/choral music from Disney’s Bambi has been echoing round and round in my head for the last couple of days.
Down in Tennessee it’s closer to March’s ‘coming in like a lion’ analogy with tornado warnings, but I’m up in Michigan for the weekend where the drip-drippin’ has indeed been the occaisional shower. It may snow tomorrow though. Weird.
I’m here in Grand Rapids to talk at the Festival of Faith & Music at Calvin College. My workshop, entitled Radio GaGa is on tomorrow afternoon at 4pm, and I hope that some people will come. Or do I? At the moment, as I’m wrestle my thoughts in order, I have vague dreams of an empty room, so I can just have a little lie-down instead. But No! It will be great. I’m looking forward to pointing people in the direction of media both new and old, and the opportunities they bring.
Tonight I’m looking forward to hearing Makoto Fujimura give the first of 3 keynote speeches. He’s friends with my lovely Mrs Metaphor, and she’s spoken highly of him so I’m glad to get the weekend off with a bang.
Also a delight is the fact that so many lovelies are here with me. My beloved is here to sit in with the fabulous Julie Lee, David Dark is speaking, and James & Kari are around again, so it’s going to be pretty fab even without meeting new people!
Now I just have to write this talk…
Have you heard the 10,000 Maniacs sing “April Showers”?