I've been loving spoken word recently. It is a direct line between you and the heart and mind of the writer. It is kinda magic. I wanted to try out a bit of the magic
I was supported in creating the dramatic poem by ace drummer Cat Myers and director Emily Reutlinger for Hidden Door who took a punt on my idea and created a safe but exciting space to experience. And man, I'd been pushed into action by the ace Moniack Mhor team who made me feel like a rock star in a thatch roof hobbit house in the Highlands during the very early stages of the piece.
After a couple of days rehearsal, we took to the stage to tell a story about girls loosing themselves in the swell of their idols. It was rewarding to have conversations at the side of the stage with audience members who recognised their own experience in the story. It was so useful to pick up a great set of photos by Sandra Franco and Gav Young to be given a fantastic description of what we'd made by TV Bomb.
I wanted it to be fucking loud. Which we did. Which was brill. Even though it sometimes meant a lack of clarity. Whoops. I loved the fluidness of the performance, welcoming in people who slid in halfway through, eyeballing folk and the sheer enjoyment of performing alongside Cat.
There's still a lot of work to be done but the Hidden Door run made me feel that the piece has legs. Shiny, sparkly legs.