More Prom Party Pictures Up

After a hell of a lot of fuss, including wiped memory cards; corrupted files; huuuuge emails and several upload stalls, I can finally direct you over here to see Deanne's pictures from the Prom Party.

All over

The end of another Womadelaide. Once Salif Keita had finished, I made my way over to see Mad Professor's DJ set. Once his last record stopped spinning, I made my way to my car. Exhausted. Elated. Done.

Watching the parade with Ruth

I spent most of the day with Ruth and her mother, cruising around and watching performers. However, I turn my back on them for just one minute and they almost get crushed by the parade and it comes rushing through. I pity the people who's rugs and bags got trampled by the surging parade.

"History of the Blues" at Womadelaide

Part of Sunday's events at Womad included a workshop out at the Speaker's Corner that showed how strong the influence of the blues is throughout world music. Fascinating stuff. Clearly I wasn't alone in thinking so - this was one of the best attended of the workshops I've ever seen.

At night two of Mr Scruff

Word had gotten out about how good Mr Scruff was. The whole area was packed out, so we settled back in the Chai tent and watched the crowd throb.

Flex and I watching Bill Cobham

Womadelaide kicked on with the amazing drummer Bill Cobham. Brilliant as he was, after twenty minutes of drum soloing, we'd had enough.

Light Flowers

One of the stalls is dedicated to these rather cool little fairy lights that have been floralised. I'd buy some if I didn't already have so many funky party lights.

Womad Lamp Tree

One of the cool little details at Womadelaide is this tree full of lamp shades.

Hippy Handstands

Escaping the heat today at Womad, I retreat to the Chai tent out by the Speaker's Corner stage. While listening to the tabla music, I watch this couple flex and contort into various poses.

Mr. Scruff

Oh my god. Mr. Scruff played an unbelievable set. Mixing breaks and electronica with dub and afro-beat, he had the whole crowd in the palm of his hand. What's more, if came up to me afterward and thanked me for coming. A DJ of impeccable taste and a gentleman as well.

Damn, man.

Femi Kuti goes OFF! I am so glad I finally got to see him. I'll hopefully post some pictures of him if there are any that aren't blurry. It was a bit of a Nigerian mosh pit down front. Not exactly ideal for photography. Pumping afro-funk, though. Can't really knock that though.

That time of year again.

Just waiting for Femi Kuti to start.

My new look.

Don't hate me coz I'm fagulous. These days, I'm all about the feathers.