The gig did not get off to a good start. I'd put Zoe on my shoulders so that she could see and to prevent her from running off and some dickhead behind me said in Swedish: "Take that thing down!" I was fucking furious and for once the cat did not get my tongue. "That thing is
my daughter and she's a person. Have some respect!"
Some of these culture vultures are a bit po-faced. You wouldn't think that music is something full of joy. Rather a lot of sour faces methinks.But rain and umbrellas do not contribute to a good atmosphere at a gig.
Anyway,I did put her down though and she made a beeline for the front so we had the best view in the house. No stopping that girl: through the legs she goes!
After a few numbers up the front where I had to carry Zo so she could see what was going on, we went back a bit in the crows where everything was far more relaxed. Instead of all those serious, cultural faces, people were far more laidback and seemed to be having a lot more fun.
We luckily ran into a group of girls who just wanted to dance to those wonderful Afrocubism grooves and had a fabulous time dancing with them . My daughter is no wallflower!She just went around getting herself new dance partners all the time.
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