I really didn't know what to expect last night. The Sister Singers Network is a loose affiliation of "feminist-minded choruses;" that phrase brings to mind lots of birkenstocks and tie-dye. While that's certainly true for a chunk of the participants, there's a lot more to the delegates than that.
Last night's opening ceremonies were wonderful. Sound Circle opened the festival with
Praises for the World. At times, I felt the piece wavered on the brink of Linus-in-the-pumpkin-patch Sincerity; my inner punk chick still scoffs at earnest declarations of love for our Beautiful Amazing Mother Earth(tm). But in the end, it was a moving, textured work and I thanked them for presenting it.
Annajoy Springer's opening address was much more to my taste, as its intent was to map "the intersection between feminism and punk rock." She read aloud exerpts of her novel in progress; the subject matter was a bit depressing (aren't all star-crossed love stories?) but the writing and delivery were crisp and bright.
Then SDWC took the stage with the Black Storytellers of San Diego for a reprise of our collaborative work, "Women Rising: Our Lives through Story and Song." I can't speak to how the program went off from the audience's perspective, but from the stage it was an amazing, energetic, thrilling evening. We were loose, engaged and sang from the heart -- hard not to when the Storytellers prefaced most of our pieces with amazing readings. By the time we asked the audience to join us for We Shall Overcome, I couldn't contain my energy and when everyone in the audience stood up and linked arms I was over the moon. Wow!
It's such a letdown that I have to go to work today. Ah well, there's more festival tonight...