I often find that GNE has been my event home since I started playing in 2010, but it wasn’t my first even. It is always one that has resonated with me as a war… a true immersion event for me.
This year was no different. I got to get my hands dirty with Bardic from helping to arrange the Bardic space, advertising and even performing myself.
I spent the weeks prior to GNE helping Gregor set up the Bardic space and quire Bardic Talent. I’ll admit, however, I was a bit preoccupied with my own agenda. This was my boyfriend’s first event and I wanted it to be as magical for him as it was for me.
Friday I spent fencing and showing my boyfriend around the range and doing a little bit of shopping. Saturday, I made sure I was there for the other performers as well. Prior to my own performance, a friend of mine was having a difficult time building up her own confidence. I spent time prior to making sure she knew people would be there and the massive amount of skill she possessed. I even requested she sing a song specifically for me.
When it was time to perform, I took the stage. This would be a casual performance. I really feel it’s important to read your venue. I chose not to sing the songs that made me feel like a million bucks, but ones that my audience would enjoy. This concert was not for me. It was for the audience.
The Friday prior, my good friend, now Mistress Christiana Crane had been sent to vigil. I feel like I only truly have one gift I can give and so this is what I made for her.
Recording forthcoming:
In the forests of mid Malagentia
Shimmers the snowy white gleam
Carried on the beams of Polaris
The Winter witch schemes
The harmony of her cackles
Delighted as temperature drops
When the snow fall curtains the skyline
The witch never stops
The icy blast from her chill
Her powers make you succumb to her will
Though with no terror you shall fill
From the winter witch
When autumn passes slowly
And you feel her chill in the air
The summer spells has faded
Your skin halts to bare
The icy blast from her chill
Her powers make you succumb to her will
Though with no terror you shall fill
From the winter witch
The icy blast from her chill
Her powers make you succumb to her will
Though with no terror you shall fill
From the winter witch
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 