…wet, that is. Last year, most of the Ren fair's fun stuff got rained out.
This year the weather was both moderate and dry, but the late-night campfires continued the trend of being less hospitable to entertainers than in years past. Saturday night, the non-drumming acts totaled two.
One of those was me, and I spent most of my stage time fighting the drums, so I was completely surprised when one of the merchants asked me on Sunday to entertain her crew. (I guess I could call this a command performance… my first, unless you count an emergency gig at a Mystic Realms wedding way back.)
My re-write of Voltaire's “USS Make Some Shit Up” got a vastly better response on its second time out, from the vendors and also from some fair-goers who happened by. It's been a long time since I felt like an entertainer, and I certainly wasn't expecting it after my tepid reception the night before.
For the record, my newest song is about the worst Markland / SCA household ever imagined, spotlighting the cavalier disregard for history (not to mention other households) displayed by their reeve, kitchen mistress, herald, and so on. It doesn't have a title yet, but it does have a subtitle: “In Honor of the Period Police”.