I have lived in London my entire life, and I can honestly say that I have never experienced a cultural event more fun and otherworldly than Grickle Grass.
We set up a tent outside during the day to be part of the vendor's market, where we met amazing people, made great contacts and had a blast. Even though it rained buckets. It rained LOADS of buckets. Our sailor-friend gave us a three minute warning and we huddled under Anarkiti's booth (thank you!). So many people helped rescue our paper goods from the deluge. Kevin Johnson from Royal Books warned us it was brave--brave indeed!
Perhaps Grickle Grass has spared Home County the annual curse?
Later that night we returned to be part of the evening festivities, with beer from Steamwhistle, bands from London and the region, and all of the friendly faces we could want to see from London's art community. It was a veritable who's-who of Londontown. People flocked to our booth to check out our more esoteric offerings, including publications from Museum London.
We closed up shop just in time to see the incredible, the mind blowing Petra Glynt play in the Space Room. We're usually there with our boys playing astronauts. It was out of this world to be there instead with beer in hand, taking in the sights and sounds of one of our new favourite artists, standing next to the AV Club of London's art scene, London Fuse.
We also snuck into the Dinosaur Cave, where I watched films presented by our colleague and friend, Sebastian, while Jason rocked out air-guitar style with AudioForge musician Jeremy Hobbs to Whole Lotta Love in another tunnel.
A few smokes, a few drinks, a few butts saved by sweet sisters, and a little bit of gossip amongst old bones with a best friend. It was a damn good night. Many thanks to Deanne Kondrat (who is awesome here, here and here--oh, and here) and Savannah Sewell, along with their cracker jack team of volunteers for making it happen. This is the best thing we've done in London, and we want to do it again.