Voodoo Samba

Where do you go to recover from the Coburg comedown? The mighty LSS assisted rehabilitation by allowing me to join their Notting Hill Carnival capers.

I was able to join a couple of Sunday rehearsals before the big weekend, down at the Waterloo Action Centre. A place where things happen. You can't just apathetically observe. You go there to get stuck in.

The main weekend was two full days of learning this years bewitching enredo. I attempted singing and playing at the same time but both suffered, which is pretty amazing, especially if you've ever heard me sing. I was eventually able to contribute a football hooligan style chorus where no Portuguese words were required. The rousing chants of voodoo were right up my street and the costuming of the various alas was a super cool theme well realised. 

The effort that goes into the weekend means the weather gods should definitely take heed and look favourably upon this mass of mortals putting their skills, ability and livers on the line for three days. Unfortunately, they didn't listen and it rained for the main Monday parade, which put the kaibosh on thronging crowds fighting between themselves for front-line action. However, spirits were high for the whole weekend and many spirits and alcoholic beverages improved harmony, just maybe not harmonia.

Massive amounts of thanks are due; It was an amazing weekend of music, camaraderie and good times.