Toronto, ON
Good morning glorious world! And happy back to school day... It's quite impressive that I appear to be so spunky on this thunder-rumbly morning, as it was quite a late one last night. Seriously. Spent the better part of the evening at beautiful Loft 404 for the Labour Day Underground Art Party! My gorgeous friend Andrea Ramolo put on a bit of a shindig for her birthday, and was it ever an incredible thing. Got to play a sweet set swapping songs with the magnificent Melanie Brulée, and then chilled in the aftermath to the sounds of Sarah Burton, Faye Blais, Scarlett Jane, and Picture the Ocean... Not to mention all the amazing visual artists, burlesque dancers, and other sultry in sundry!
It's sad that it is over, but I'm so happy to announce that I'll be hosting the next big Art Party at Loft 404 on Saturday, October 27th, in honour of Halloween! This time, it's a Masquerade Cabaret. Lineup includes Captain Dirt & The Skirt (of course), The DoneFors, Jaron Freeman-Fox and the Opposite of Everything, the lovely Melanie Brulée with her amazing band, and my magical musical road sister... the one and only Darlene! And there will also be burlesque performances by Loretta Jean and Bella Fox from Nerd Girl Burlesque, as well as additional dance performances by ShoPony, The Skirt & Her Ladies (that`s me) and more! Hope you will all put it in your calendars now, and come be a part of the dream!
Hope to see you there...
As for this month, I shall be celebrating September by going back to school in my own way. I have a couple more weeks of intense study and rehearsal, then it's back in the studio to finish up the new
Captain Dirt & The Skirt album. Wooooohooo! As well, classes start up for me again this week at the Academy of Spanish Dance. And I have a gorgeous new red flamenco skirt to go along... Photos to follow shortly. To be sure.
Today my grand Herculean goals include: civilized breakfasting, then a jean shopping mission with dear pal, tall handsome Irishman -and brilliant songwriter- Andy White. Who desperately needs a pair of man-jeans worthy of his glory... and is currently still totally passed out on my couch after last night's exploits. If only I could sleep so soundly! With the streetcars roaring, sirens wailing, thunder rumbling, and the clickety-clack of Sweetlandish nails on the keyboard, it is not a quiet morning in the neighbourhood. However, it's officially time to peel myself off my polka-dot bed and make manifest my fantasy of cheesy eggs. Let's see him sleep though the sniff of softly sauteing onions and cheese... I dare him.
Fromage,
xo
K
