There are way too many things to tell you… Zorras have been going solid since July. I forget what July was, but I know it was something. I remember playing the wonderful jazz-heavy night, Click Clack Club. The rest is a blur. Oh, wait! I remember. It was BERLIN!! How could I ever forget Berlin???? (though it does explain the blur).
Zorras performed at Entzaubert Queer DIY Film Festival. It was uber-brilliant. Four days in the woods with radical queer and trans folk watching INCREDIBLE films (and they screened my short, Slippery). Then we got to perform outside on a very large stage, and it didn’t even rain on us.
(Zorras at Entzaubert in Berlin)
In August, we had the bright idea of participating in the Edinburgh Fringe. Fun but exhausting (physically and mentally, dear gawd MOVE OUT OF THE WAY SO I CAN GET TO WORK ACTORS!) and ultimately not worth paying for, especially to busk.
I should note that really I didn’t participate in the Fringe proper, except to busk twice then spend the rest of the time taking a whole lot of pictures of Y Josephine busking with a million different artists on the Royal Mile and The Mound. I think she holds the record for forming the most bands ever in two weeks. Special kudos to Marta Lozano, Fiona Soe Paing, Jenny Hill, Nino Del Pozo, Antonio, Ivan Martin and Mark Mace Smith. There were even shows in the rain, when everyone else wimped out.
(with Marta Lozano)
(with Fiona Soe Paing and Mark Mace Smith)
(with Semilla de Manzana and Mark Mace Smith)
Then Zorras produced An Edinburgh Zine & Small Press Fair at the (now so sadly departed) Forest Cafe. It was awesome. Also, because that wasn’t enough work for us, oh no, we produced a poetry event the same night, called Faceplant. Also cracking.
Then we performed at Inky Fingers, also at the lovely late Forest Cafe. Very fine.
During all of this a million people stayed at our flat. Then we decided it was a great idea to go off to London on a mini-tour. Great times were had at Apples & Snakes, Wotever at Hot August Fringe (RVT), Well Furnished (a squat that got evicted the next day but has prevailed in a new space), Fox and the Teller’s beautiful series in Abney Park Cemetery, and Sage & Time.
(Zorras in Abney Park Cemetery Chapel)
In London, we also paid our respects at Amy W’s home. And we met the inimitable musicianist Holly Hayes, and we just had to make a film (click on it) with her and the amazing Debra Duong, in 24 hours!
Dear gawd, are we still in August? Yes. So then we came home and read/performed at Edinburgh Book Festival with the lovely Words Per Minute folks. There was some Drama, on- and off-stage ;-) It was grand.
(Zorras at Edinburgh Book Festival, photo by Chris Scott, who incidentally was *not* involved in any drama, not him)
So then we decided, with persuasion from the brill Scottish Transgender Alliance, to produce the latest installment of our queer and trans cabaret, Cachin Cachan Cachunga! (someone tell me how to make Spanish & French accents on here or I will scream). It was Epic. We even got a wee article in The Skinny.
Then I agreed to be a chair on a panel for Lila Matsumoto’s very cool poetry conference at University of Edinburgh, ConVersify — the very next day! No rest for the wicked, my mother always says. I didn’t know what a chair was really, but some lovely woman — who was desperate to find more work/talks by women and thought I was maybe giving a talk so approached me — ended up instructing me on the time-honoured position of Academic Time-Keeper. And no one sat on me, hahaha I kill myself.
The talks were good, though there was one guy discussing Irish pastoral and anti-pastoral who kinda lost me. Very specific references, you know? Anyway, we stayed on time and I dug the talks by Eva Ulrike Pirker and Ishaq Tijani (he discussed gender & poetry in Muslim Spain). Success.
Then that night Zorras performed at the ConVersify live poetry event. Nathan Gale joined us onstage. It was cool. Loads of great folks, including ShellSuit Massacre. We had a good gig, excellent tech at The Caves. Also it was sweet having the computer onstage with us. Smooth running. (Though there needed to be fewer shouty men and more shouty or unshouty women poets, sorry had to say it).
More things happened in September, a lot more, but we were in another country across the ocean so I’ll save that for another day. Phew.
It feels good to be back. Blogging, I mean, not so much in Edinburgh. Sorry, Edinburgh. Though thanks for being sunny, that was cool of you.