Cycled into town for one o’clock through the baking Adelaide
sun. It was the kind of heat that smells like hot earth and blackberries and
heats inside your nostrils.
Box office training lasted a long two and a half hours and was sound-tracked by
some serious circular saw and hammering action. My
favourite moment was when Cara, in charge of health and safety (after
saying we have to wear closed toed shoes and pick up any glass we found) told
us, “and if you want to come and have a cup of tea and a cry, that’s my job too.”
After the computery bit we met the front of house crew and
trooped in and out of all the venues.
FoH and Box Office crew trooping
FoH are all a bit more flamboyant and carnie and rockabilly
than the box office lot and the first thing they did together was go op
shopping for costumes to wear on the job. “Do you wish you were doing that?”
Christy asked. And actually I don’t, but it makes me very happy that other
people are.
Ditched the end of the site tour to find the Porcelain Punch
crew sorting their set out so it fit their tiny venue – the already A4 sized
stage shrunk significantly by two big speakers squatting on it. They’d been
working for hours already. Luke a little sad and making things happen. Christy
staying up-beat and making things happen.
EJ, creative English language moment: “we’re making the Fff…the
fff… ferulier”. Festoon. She meant festoon.
We pitched the Peep tent together. Me holding the centre
pole while the other two worked their way round the edges, hooking eyelets and
tightening ropes. Gorgeous cotton ropes sliding up on a rolling hitch. Making
friends with the folks across the way who were also bumping in a show.
rolling hitch in use
A caravan towed past with rows of old fashioned bed heads
attached to its roof. I love living in a world where people make these things.
Left Luke and Christy to dress the tent and cycled home
through evening streets. People sitting out on footpath tables, wine and pretty
dresses, making it look confusingly like the weekend. I only just realised now
that of course, it’s valentines day. That’s why the streets looked like a
festival.
Lay on the truck couch watching the sunset on the street.
Made Luke and Christy little love-heart letters and left
them on their pillows.
Tomorrow we bump in and tech Kapow and Porcelain Punch…
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