On Sunday me and the family went to Sydney to celebrate 17th of May, Norway’s national day. I was looking forward to resupply myself with things I can’t buy in the shop, and hopefully catch up with someone else who speaks my freaky native tongue.
We went to Circular Quay to see the parade, and then took the ferry to Manly to get to the Norwegian Seaman’s Church where some more festivities would take place, some more fiddle music, a speech or two, and cakes, and waffles, and sausages, and caviar on tube, Lofoten sauce packets, salty liquorice and other assorted funnies and yummies.
At the church we lodged ourselves in an area fit for children, mommy looking after Sam while daddy stood in queue for an hour getting the goods. Getting back to them with said booty, I entered into a conversation between my wife and some other mothers about. All of these women were Aussies with some Norwegian connection, and at the centre of this discussion was a woman who was “a violinist”, and a few enquires later and my brain realigning itself that, holy Mustard!, I’m talking with Myee Clohessy (and her daughter Freya), so I said I’ve seen her before (“yeah, right”, I’m sure she thought), pointed out Salut Baroque and the fact that she played in Norwegian Baroque Orchestra with a good friend of mine, Anna Helgadottir (cellist). Then she remembered something and asked if I was a blogger, in which I said yes, and she was reminded of a posting she read of mine, bragging about a performance of her (and Melissa Farrow!!) and the Salut Baroque gang some years ago, and she had to tell Melissa about it. They both, of course, play in the Australian Brandenburger Orchestra of which I’m also a fan.
Talk about weird and wonderful. I joked that I should have gotten her autograph, but the more I think about it, of course I should have gotten it, and I’m beating myself for being stunned by the circumstances! I’ve seen Myee a few times and love her style (you’ll notice her up on stage; she’s the bendy-swayie one, in the sexiest meaning of that made-up word), so how often does a guy like me, living down in the Baroque wastelands of Kiama, get to see their idols up close like this?
Exactly, I’m an idiot. I hope only that I get to see Salut Baroque again soon, in either Sydney or Canberra. Incidentally, and the reason I was reminded to write this post, is that they are having a concert on tonight in Canberra and I’m jealous of anyone going and sad that I’m not.