Our first two shows at The Ekka have been good ones. The words and riffs floating out into the crowds as the thrill rides spin endlessly and the smell of cattle takes over the city. And with the August sky smiling blue, you couldn’t ask for more…
I am currently working on a sequence of Ekka haiku for a new project, so here are two written very recently, alongside sketches of Sheish Money and myself (captured on stage yesterday) by the lovely Michael O’Neill who comes along to see us at The Ekka every year. Michael will be joining us on stage today for a guest spot so if you are there come along and say hello.
If not… I hope this brings a little of The Ekka spirit to you all on this fine Sunday.
the glowing ash of fireworks
in every breath
of the sheep dog –