i spent all day at a filksing, and it was wonderful. i don't care that often the songs are not as beautiful as they could be, as the people singing are so joyous, which is worth a whole heckuva lot. and some of the songs *are* absolutely gorgeous and gorgeously done. and some of them are fun and well-sung. and some are fun to sing along to. and some of the instrumentalists were awesome -- notably one of the guitarists and the bassist, this time. it's all good.
well, maybe i'm exaggerating. much of it is very good, and it far outweighs
the downsides, at least so far. i do wish people wouldn't rub each other the
wrong way... and that some of them did not rub me the wrong way... but
i am a little sad, because i did not make it to the Critical Mass Party, which i quite wanted to go to, but it clear on the other edge of Cambridge, truly almost exactly at the other corner, and it was just not a good idea to walk there at 10 at night, for 40 minutes or so.
the one thing i really should do before the next filk is prepare something i'd like to sing. i sing so much better if i know what i'm singing. and i'll feel less like an interloper. it'll be good. although, i didn't feel too much like an interloper today. and the host couple had excellent taste in books, which always makes me feel right at home. especially the woman, who reads some of the same YA/children's stuff as i do -- she even liked the Emily books more than the Anne books! woot!
anyway, i can still hear song bits in my head, and it's lovely, and i think i'll have good dreams tonight... about filking.
i think Chad would accuse that statement of being an oxymoron.