National Review of Live Art

I've been at the NRLA for 3 days now. It's a strange, uplifting, depressing, bizarre experience as always. I have been very drunk and indeed very sober. I have helped and spoken to other artists, and I have been one of the crowd.

I have milled and wandered and observed; I have made myself known and unknown, as is my wont.

Today was a sober one: I was helping Gomez Peno (& co) with a large get-in and running errands, buying an array of seemingly unrelated objects. Tomorrow will be another sober one, as I'll be at the contact centre from 7am - 1pm, then I'll be driving Chloe through to Edinburgh late in the evening for some celebrations. Of course, Sunday morning sees me back at CCC, following which I'm sure I'll manage a beer.

Sometimes people are magical; other times they are drab.
I like the sounds of some things and others make me want to scream.

[I have no explanation for the above outpouring]

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