June 1, 2011

grass, jungle, secret - a trio of sound

..but when I trip on my feet
look at the ground
the words are, written in the dust
when I'm shaking my hips
look for the swing
the words are written in the air
Mr. roberts @ stanley park. Wine, strawberries, sourdough baquettes, live music, sunshine... and the company of my lovely girlfriends. nothing could stop the magic the night had to offer. Sam roberts was spectacular... even from behind the fence. His first song came on at twilight. The bass was felt so intensely pounding through the ground at one point... it was unexpected and fun... music through the viens. also turns out i know more of Sam's songs than thought, which inspired my dancing in the grass. lucky enough i was able to convince kristina that the best way to stay warm was by dancing haha. Soo we danced, danced, danced... high on the fresh air, beautiful world, and tunes. magnifico!

Astoria... as summed up- lovely claire! robbie! robot dancin hobo! junlge jungle jungle FAN!
Grove... late, love, dance, groove, sleeepy energy. We were the last ones let in! oh and a lil lost adventure before the show haha. All round special place... grovey.

*one night.... many colours of dance*

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