Last night the family piled into the car and we were off to the Goat Farm to enjoy music, dance, savories, and spirits.
Based on some of my recent endeavors, one might think I was getting ready to butcher some poor animal and throw it on a spit while partaking of some local moonshine. But it was nothing of the sort.
The Goat Farm Art Center is an incredible venue to see visual and performing arts.
On this particular evening we would be watching and being part of a very interesting mix of dance, music, space, lighting, food and drink.
We tried to secure a nice place to sit because the event was supposed to run from 7 to 11 so we wanted a good seat that would be fairly comfortable .
We managed to get set up on a raised platform, just a few feet from the sort of runway that ran through the middle of the building.
That had to be the stage right?
That had to be where the majority of the performance would take place.
Unless of course it wasn't.
A DJ played music as people slowly streamed in. I had secured a couple of glasses of mulled wine and by 7:30 Skye was getting a little concerned as to when it was going to start.
I noticed that the music had been turned off and a person with a microphone, the choreographer, I would later find out, was at the head of the runway.
The performance had started and no one was quite aware of this.
I pointed it out to Skye.
The woman moved a few more steps, closer to the center of the room.
A few more steps.
And a few more steps.
She finally announced her presence, welcomed us and the performance "began"
At this point, it was very obvious where the action was.
This would change and evolve over the course of the evening.
There were things going on simultaneously all over the place.
It was wonderful.
And interestingly, the spotlight is on the photographer, not the model.
So many images, feelings.
Funny note, on way to restroom, witnessed a couple of dudes taking a goat for a walk, I'm being totally literal here.
Note the audience participation