delight_in_wt | 20 Chirreb 4385: Second Performance!

Dear There's-No-Delight-in-Boredom:

It strikes me on reflection that my last missive was not so cheerful as is my wont! Also, I did not even get so far as to describe Don't Go in It's a Tarp!'s last engagement, which was quite remiss of me! I shall see if I cannot do better in this one.

Our performance at Pinsitter's little gathering was as well-received as one might hope. In truth, it was quite the amicable affair. Pinsitter hosts an annual tournament of Three Club Toss for her relations and friends from not only Daukrhame, but the village of Antrarn, where she's from originally. A good two score of Khtsoyis, it seemed, had come from out of town for this cheery soirée, and as many local Khtsoyis, not to mention more than a few primes of other species. Including at least two Gormorror and one Sleeth. It appears Pinsitter is quite the socialite!

Don't Go in It's a Tarp! was the entertainment between rounds of Three-Club-Toss, that we might maintain the festive mood while the course was torn down and rebuilt for each. In such a setting, one does not expect to receive the reverent and undivided attention of every listener and we surely did not. But there was a fair bit of tentacle swaying and stick-clacking in approval of our little ditties.

Song-of-Songs made some new friends and she says she's got some additional performances lined up for us, though I confess a certain degree of skepticism on such until I hear a time, date and place.

Ioste and Orziman were as punctual and professional as anyone could desire. They even sight-read Song-of-Songs' modifications to "When You Don't Come to the Lake" and "The Queen's Lament", and performed them without flaw. The revisions made the pieces even more haunting; perhaps that's what's made me a bit melancholy of late. The tandem nadaswaram is so well-suited to such mournful songs, with those echoing notes that resonate through one's very spirit.

I'll admit, I fear the Rassimel would be more comfortable playing for a different sort of crowd; one higher on the quotient of reverent-attention, and I imagine lower in quantity of tentacles. Not that I've broached the subject with them, as such, and perhaps I am unduly sensitive. I hope that I am wrong, because I do not think they would be as easily replaced as Song-of-Songs might wish. Or perhaps we'll acquire a more upscale clientele from such humble beginnings as these. In point of fact, the audience at Pinsitter's was considerably more less rowdy than that of Two Tent Tango, so the trend is upwards.

Whatever the case shall be, I remain,

Your loving coz,
Boomstarter Sevendrums