Lists are boring, so here are some memories.
Not getting drowned by the They Might Be Giants
Standing onstage at Hamer Hall in The Arts Centre with the
Melbourne Millenium Chorus, singing our hearts out.
Getting a full body massage from the bass line at a Nine Inch Nails
A quiet introspective moment on the couch with coffee
and Miles Davis
Smuggling my camera into a concert and taking the perfect photo of
In a workshop with Erik Whitacre
and 300 strangers,
the opening bars of Lux Aurumque raising every hair on the back of
The physics-defying technicality and narrative intimacy of
and her Love-Song-Circus.
The Shanghai-style dumplings
that were comfort food when
I was feeling homesick in Yunnan province.
The unagi (eel) noodle soup that surprised my hosts when I picked
it off the menu within 4 hours of landing in Japan.
Tuna, mayo, chilli and spanish onion on the darkest and heaviest
German black rye bread that I can only buy in Canberra.
Penne Puttanesca served with a side order of Woodford Folk
Rigging a yoko-zuri (sideways suspension) on the dance floor at