I went to Newtown on Friday in search of some tacky gold beads and orange-blossom water. This guy was standing outside the $2 shop with an I-pod and a handful of CDs. Turns out he's promoting his rap group's new, self produced CD. I have a listen to it on his I-pod - it's pretty good - and he says "Make me an offer for the CD, and I'll probably take it." So I offered him $10 - he'd probably have accepted $5, but I was impressed by the way he was giving it a go - and asked him if he minded posing for a shot or two. The first one was his favourite but I liked the second far better despite it's being a bit soft. The group is Mr Bonfire, and the album is The Super Grind. I didn't catch this guy's name, but he's one of Proxie, George, Mos, Ten-mental, Mr days, Taco or Rusty. You can have a listen on their Myspace page if you like, but I'm not sure that their work will be to the taste of any of my LJ-friends.
In somewhat contrasting news I went to my First Ballet Ever later that same day. La Sylphide, the story of a Scottish lord seduced by a teasing air-spirit, to tragic ends. It was quite lovely, and I will definitely be enthusiastic about seeing more ballet, should the occasion present itself.
It did stretch my willing suspension of disbelief a long, long way though. I find it difficult to credit that the personification of a Scottish wind would be a graceful young woman in a floaty dress. More like a stout, slightly damp, hairy bloke in a kilt waving around a stick with a nail in it, which I think would make for quite a different ballet.