It's a Love Music Hate Racism gig.
Kristen doesn't have a record company, and instead sells her wares via the internet, as well as offering songs for voluntary contributions on the CASH music site (http://cashmusic.org/more/).
One of the options is to become a Strange Angel (http://www.kristinhersh.com/strange-angels-2/) where you pay $30 a quarter and get some stuff for free.. I'm thinking of doing this but it poses a bit of an ethical dilemma as it still comes across as charity i.e. I'm giving some money to someone and basically I feel that there are more deserving causes for my cash. I already have a direct debit for Oxfam, but obviously one could always do more. If I view it as a purchase then I probably feel that I'd be better off buying the items individually.
I'm curious to other peoples thoughts.
12th - 14th - Dracula at the Mumford
30th - Happy Jack at the Mumford
28th - 31st - Rossum's Universal Robots (11pm start at the ADC)
5th - 7th - Crash Jordan at the Mumford
23rd - 25th - Shakers at the Mumford
5th - Morecambe at the Mumford
P.S. This was sent as an e-mail and automatically cross-posted to LJ and Facebook using posterous so if it looks a bit funny then this may be the reason why.
I pondered for quite a while (until the local co-op chemist had a half price film developing offer on) and then handed it in. It was put in an envelope sealed and I was given a thin strip of paper indicating it would be ready in 5 working days. The mystery continued. A week later I popped into the chemist and got my snaps back in a thin card envelope, would I have 24 pictures of a black cat at night or would they be the most amazing photos I'd ever taken, as interesting and sharp as a QI retort from Stephen Fry? They were in fact some reasonable photos from the San Francisco hop of my round the world trip of 2004, although 5 years stuck in the canister meant there were quite a few blemishes and colour casts. They include shots of Alcatraz, including the tour guide who had her catchphrase when describing the death of inmates in escape attempts, "Did they escape, well they didn't come back" and an old friend Dave, who I'd just got in touch with beforehand, and his wife who was quite pregnant. their child will be nearly 5 now.
There were lots of feelings associated with these pictures that I just don't seem to get with my digital pictures on screen. Maybe it's the physicality of the prints or the rather long time since I took them or maybe it's the opening of the envelope with no foreknowledge of it's content to then suddenly having the memories blasted back from your subconscious.
Obviously I can't put the photos here on a piece of modern technology as they're in a thin card envelope stuck on a shelf in our home office, possibly not to be opened for another few years.
P.S. I'm trying out posterous.com as a blogging tool, so any weird formatting I can blame on them.