I must have blinked, because August is over.
There’s a build up most of the year, where everyone talks about how things will be ‘during the festival’, and so when it goes by so quickly it’s a shock to the system. For most of a month we looked out the door of the pub and saw hordes of people, a stage full of performers, talked to people about the shows they’d seen and cleared piles of flyers off the tables. Then, on September 1, everything was gone. The Royal Mile is back to its old self, the crowds have vanished, and we’re reminded very suddenly what regular life in Edinburgh is like. It feels bizarre.
I had a great festival. I saw some good shows. I took advantage of the 5 a.m. bar closing time (once or twice).
Also, unexpectedly, I developed an obsession with drums.
It started at the Edinburgh Military Tattoo, which Jase and I went to mid-month. Despite buying cheap tickets and having a view obstructed by a big speaker, the show was fantastic. The best part of the show was these fellows:
The Top Secret Swiss Drum Corp. Unreal.
(The Tattoo runs the month of August, and is held on the castle esplanade, so yes that is Edinburgh Castle in the background)
Then, for my pre-birthday celebrations, we went to see the Tom Tom Crew. Our boss has recommended it; they’re a troupe of breakdancing, beat-boxing, acrobatic Aussies. Awesome.
On two seperate occasions, while talking to customers at the pub, I was told that the Tao Japanese Drum group was the best thing they’d seen at the festival. And because we weren’t drummed out yet, we took that in as our last show of the year. It. Was. Amazing.
Some more festival highlights: (not these routines though, just some examples)
Reginald D. Hunter
METRIC. Emily Haines sounds amazing live. They played this as an encore. There was much jumping.
There was much more than this of course. There was the one-woman show ‘Chronicles of Irania’, and Sylvia Path’s only play ‘Three Women’, and the musical comedy duo ‘Pig with the Face of a Boy’, the Sound and Fury troupe’s ‘Sherlock Holmes and the Saline Solution’, which I went to see because they’d played at the Lyric in Swift earlier this summer. I was not disappointed. I saw a few crap things as well, but the good shows and good partying and spending this last month in Edinburgh with good people made up for all the crowds and the busyness and the odd craptastic comedian.
This is it for Edinburgh, soon, I’m afraid. Jase leaves in two days for London and then Germany, Carla in five for Portugal, Lauren in two weeks to prepare to go to Nepal. Jenny S. already moved to Paris. And on September 20 I head to London and then Oktoberfest and then where ever my rambly heart desires. Oh it will be fun, but oh how I already miss the group of friends I have right here and now, which will shortly be no more. This is the hazard of traveling.