We are about to go into rehearsals for Bristol Proms.
To get to this point, there have been about two years of planning and meetings and applications and budget draftings and rehearsals and music writing and experiments and singing and LOVE.
It has taken the belief and support of some of the major Bristol institutions – Arnolfini, Bristol Old Vic, Tobacco Factory, Theatre Bristol, DanceSpace, Colston Hall, and of course Bristol City Council – to give weight to the project. We have your attention. It is thanks to this lot.
We are yet to know whether we are making this show out of string and sellotape. We have hardly any money, and where the money stops, the blood sweat and tears start. We are beset by challenge. I feel like Geoff Capes pulling along a lorry with his teeth.
Thing is, there are people cheering it along. There are people who come along and take up the rope. Simon Day, Jan Winter, The Beautiful Machine, Maria, Dan, Lucy, Eleanor Fogg and Tom Morris; we are all of us pulling this beautiful juggernaut across the threshold, to take its rightful place in the world.
And you. If you are reading this, you are taking an interest; you are part of its momentum. Even if just in spirit you are one of our champions, I thank you for it.
I warmly invite you to enjoy the performance with us. I won’t have a beard or hairy chest (will have waxed), and I will have put down the rope.
Friday 2nd August 2013