I must admit I am not a night owl anymore. In fact, I have been known to stagger my way through the ABC News so I am staying up until it's at least 'night time', before I succumb to the irresistible draw of our glorious bed. The only issue with an early evening is that my darling Michael may forget some vital element of our bedtime routine. Like putting away his thongs to prevent canine ingestion or strategically placing our stool on a specific part of the couch to stop canine excavation. Remembering to take his evening meds is another easily forgotten task, along with a laissez-faire attitude towards his CPAP mask if I am not awake to check. Last night, he left yet another box of tissues out on the low coffee table, only to be snaffled by Miss Lexi for her lengthy delectation.
We had been given vastly discounted tickets to see a band named Bloom at the Platform Theatre some weeks ago by the lovely Di Mainwaring. I was a bit ambivalent attending given the show would probably end way past my bedtime. And that Bloom were a tribute band, singing Linda Ronstadt (who was my least favourite singer), Carole King and Stevie Nicks hits. I was still debating on Saturday morning whether I'd actually go to concert or not. Oh, poor, poor pitiful me...
By Saturday evening, I was also brewing one humdinger of a chest infection. I just thought I'd picked up a virus from some careless bastard during my visit to the Big Smoke last Wednesday. I was very tired but, damn the torpedoes, I thought Bloom might perk me up a bit.
A couple of vinos and some very good Vietnamese fusion food from the Chew Chew Truck and I began to improve. The evening was beautiful, the venue was packed and then we were introduced to Bloom by the indestructible Jenny Broun, president of Beverley Station Arts.
Bloom (the group) was a revelation. Her voice was truly amazing and the blokes on guitars and drums backed her up beautifully. I was definitely not up to dancing, but I found myself bopping along on my plastic seat, in good company and a great atmosphere. I admit to hamming up "Blue Bayou" quite outrageously as I must have heard that song on countless occasions as a sixteen-year-old. But that didn't dampen my enthusiasm for the rest of the show and I travelled back down my own personal garden path with Stevie Nicks and Carole King. "Rumours" and "Tapestry" had been my first two albums back in the time of the dinosaurs. By the final song, I was feeling the earth moving under my feet...
Post concert, we ventured back to the East End Gallery for some more vino, along with local legends Geoff and Amanda and her two sisters Hilary and Erica. We were then joined by our fabulous backpack, Jef for an excellent after-party. Which went on WAY PAST my bedtime.
We hope Beverley Station Arts do invite Bloom back. For us, there have been two memorable shows at the Platform Theatre in the last year.
Bloom was one of them.
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