BYO bunny for Easter / by Tori Reed

It all started with my obligatory run for the plane.  It seems to make little difference how early I leave, I still seem to arrive just as the last call is being made for check ins.  So, a guitar in each hand and a surprisingly heavy carry on bag (shhhh, jetstar will never know) I sprinted from the car to the counter.  And when I say sprinted, if you have ever seen a person try to run with a guitar in either hand, a laptop strung around their neck, and a heavy backpack on, you will know it resembles something more like a llama trying to do aqua aerobics than it does running, but you get the idea.

Upon arrival in the sunny (?) south Island, it started to rain, and did not stop for the following three days.  I am always one to try and see the bright side of things (pardon the bad pun), and  this did allow me to be very productive on the notation side of my job.  This is the side that I find, hmmm, well, quite tedious.  I am mostly a self taught musician, so writing and notating parts for band members is challenging to say the least.  All music to me is a melody, so I get the melody in my head of what I want, say the cello, to sound like, then for the next few hours press buttons until Sibelius (I would forgive any of you from mistaking Sibelius for a new romance.  The way I speak about this software is close to a love affair, but it is  an indispensable music notation software on my wonderful little friend, Mac) sounds the same as what is happening in my head.   The easy stuff is, well, easy.  Finding the correct button for one note that holds for four beats takes little to no time at all.  The more complex, syncopated rhythms, and natural notes, they take longer, and cause some amount of frustration. Read, I regularly have to stop myself from physical abuse on poor old Mac.  But, THAT is what rainy days are for!

The cold and rain, however, left us with consternation about the weekend coming.  The forecast was not looking good, and we were due to play at a wonderful little festival in Waipara.  Having not been to this particular festival before, we were unsure about exactly how many layers of clothing would be required, given the current almost sub zero temperatures, and the assumption we would be playing outside.  In spite of our fears, we packed the car with all the winter woolies, kids, food, instruments and of course, being Easter (and not being able to find a sitter) the bunny cage went on the roof and good ol' bun on a box on the floor.  Officially a road trip!

Fortunately for our poor, nigh on frostbitten, fingers, neither cold nor rain ended up being any concern whatsoever!  The sun came out on Easter Saturday and didn't depart (aside from the obvious nap between 8pm and 7am) until Easter Monday, whence we were well on our way back to normality, aka home.

It was a fabulous festival with much jamming, songwriting, laughter and fun.  The food was exquisite, and the company better.  Huge thanks to Sarah Hickey, Lousia Nicklin and all the incredible peoples at the Canterbury Folk Festival.  Until next time Waipara!!