A small but appreciative group gathered to sit on the hard wooden benches as I started playing at the bandshell in Queen's Park tonight.
No sensible person would spend an hour loading gear, driving, unloading gear, setting it all up, and half an hour afterwards tearing it down and loading it up again, just to play for an hour.
I'm so glad I don't have to be sensible.
Seeing people stop as they walked by, find a bench, and stay for the duration; seeing the woman who'd been in Sacramento as a child put her hand to her chest and tell me how much my songs touched her; having a family respond to my 'thank you' with, "no, thank you"—that's why I do this.
Art must be; I cannot help but give it.
What intense joy when there's someone there to receive it.
Special thanks to Sloane Elphinstone (isn't that just the coolest name ever?) for going above and beyond the call of duty to help this concert happen. I officially love the city of New Westminster, and Sloane is one reason.