Agreeable Kids Social Club

Last night I was invited along to a free gig at the city library, where some friends-of-friends were going to be playing. Rocking up to the library anticipating some mad tunes was a new experience for me, not that I'm any stranger to the local library by any means, and it was made even more unnerving by the fact that it was all dark and locked up when I got there, slightly late. Eventually some people came out and I was able to slip into the darkened foyer before the doors slid shut again. When I located the small back room it was to see about two dozen late teen to early twenty-somethings all wearing tight jeans and hand-made or op-shop clothes, siting around on chairs or on the floor sipping tea. It was a cosy atmosphere with the tea and cakes to accompany the amateur bands who were performing, not so much on a stage as on the floor in front of the small crowd. I felt as if I'd walked into someone's living room where a few close friends were having a jamming session, frankly I felt a little out of place. It was like some special club where I didn't know the secret handshake. Strangely these are the sort of people most of my other friends assume I hang out with, but beside them I felt very urban and white-collar. All up a strange experience, but one I'm planning to repeat when my friend plays there next week. You should come along, Agreeable Kids Social Club.
In any case, the experience made me want to stretch my artistic muscles that have been atrophying for some months, and I went home and painted up this quick picture. I dont paint often (even digitally) so I still consider myself to be learning but it's nice to sometimes capture a mood like this.

-- H in Oz