Ethan Switch - Tuesday, February 6, 2007 - Print Version
Crunch underfoot the steps out west and the walk into the sun burns a line across the hairs and into the face. Days to delay and the anticipation is high for what makes it certain is that people will always be.
Through the hall and out the back, the setting is quaint, the tables long and Jesus is not leaning over for the sake of making pose for supper. Grass is a mighty cultured thing and a weedy issue at best. Here, on the grounds of Lizettapalooza, there's a thickness undeniable. Lush and spiky, it's enough to lie on if lying on the green is the scene.
Lollies to mull are colour coordinated to a wondrously finicky detail. Can't have all the greens jumping in with the reds and blues and what not. Segregation is good in food. Even better in the nibbles and bits.
One lone dog to the gathering snatches a piece of chocolate for his poison before finding it snatched back from his eager to chomp choppers.
Familiar faces and friendly strangers are what makes for the evening. Soon it turns dark, inward and upward and toward the stage where Lizette commands nothing short of all attention.
Personalised tickets with costs in Euros request all to "Please drink responsibly, sing shamelessly, applaud selflessly and laugh senselessly."
No hard task as the atmosphere is warm, amazingly embracing and wholeheartedly jovial. Seriously, it's not like the posters about the place were throwing out anything but this kind of reception. And with a host that toasts the audience, there's this level of rapport that makes leaving early a sure sign of not knowing where the head is at.
Finger dancing work over the ivories by the man in spots is funny to watch when, if playing by ear, the sheet music turns with a cause to read. Deception by craft and there's admiration to pay in respect to that end.
Classy joint this venue, seats are but up against each other and it's standing room only for the slight stragglers. Smells of burning back hairs and tops is ever present. Especially when the candles, which only a few seconds after handling, burn bright on the window sill. Inflammable hairstyles are on the other side, fire retardant skin on the close edge.
Off the song list with tributes under "She's Always a Woman To Me," "Me And My Shadow," and "Your Song," a thematic blanket which so beautifully nails the essence.
"The summer's here again
(and I don't want to pretend)
and it would change but when?"
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