Operatic Seisiún
Yesterday, Takeshi and Veronique told me of a Japanese Opera singer who would be jamming with them today after work. I arrived a little late, and could hear a note held aloft for longer than I thought possible, as I approached.
Not 4m away from a flawless soprano, the power of her voice felt like a blast wave about to throw me out onto the street; striking the head and ear drums like beautiful cascading brick walls.
The others accompanied her with Indian string instruments, falling swimming goggles, Werthers Originals dancing around inside a spinning hat, a two year old speaking Fra-panese, and an An-pan-man guitar.
