On getting into things
OR: On randomness
The old adage of being at the right place at the right time speaks to the concept of randomness - which this weekend kicked off incidentally at Circa's Randomland night (in my view a collection of club types, mascot costumes - but also mostly lineups and hallways, often together). A random mix of 90's hits followed the next night at Teranga, with music by rusty smashing into, say, Aaliyah.
How would I know at around the same time that this weird musical mixture was occurring, that an informal deal was being brokered at the Spirit of Edmonton party (or some other Great Big Sea-involved event) to take in the Big Game itself in person (sort of), and for free (really!).
And so there we were, standing in a 4th floor suite in the southeastern corner of the dome, taking it all in. The place looks not bad at all when actually filled with fans, and a UFO-like CableCam zipping around in the air.
A shame about the outcome though. Random.
The old adage of being at the right place at the right time speaks to the concept of randomness - which this weekend kicked off incidentally at Circa's Randomland night (in my view a collection of club types, mascot costumes - but also mostly lineups and hallways, often together). A random mix of 90's hits followed the next night at Teranga, with music by rusty smashing into, say, Aaliyah.
How would I know at around the same time that this weird musical mixture was occurring, that an informal deal was being brokered at the Spirit of Edmonton party (or some other Great Big Sea-involved event) to take in the Big Game itself in person (sort of), and for free (really!).
And so there we were, standing in a 4th floor suite in the southeastern corner of the dome, taking it all in. The place looks not bad at all when actually filled with fans, and a UFO-like CableCam zipping around in the air.
A shame about the outcome though. Random.
posted by YO! at 2:20 PM
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