Last night I was flying! It was the opening of the big West Festival.
With 200 other voices, I stomped and clapped my way through four hip hop numbers. We were the backing vocals for MASSIVE the only hip hop choir in Australia.
Behind us was the Maribyrnong River and on the other side, the grand stand at Flemington Racecourse rose up to the sky.
A storyteller is always on the scout for a good tale to tell. This is a story of folk coming together and celebrating life - full throated, full bodied, and full spirited. Looking at at the crowd it occurred to me that the word 'multiculture' may now be old hat. Somehow this word suggests a mosaic made up of difference. Last night was certainly multilingual and multicoloured but the overwhelming feel was simply of one community celebrating together. Time for a new word perhaps? Or maybe this is what the word the means ... hmm.. beautiful ...
This pic was taken from the stage. Standing squeezed up against my fellow sopranos, I held my camera up high and clicked.