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A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty Seven - Metronome

A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty Seven - Metronome

I’ve laid out what happened on the stage as one of my interviews. Our conversation fits the format, although written down there may be some confusion. I assure you everything is verbatim, and made sense at the time. The answers are there, but you will have to find them for yourself.

A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty Five- The Other Side Of The Mountain

A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty Five- The Other Side Of The Mountain

Time is crazy up here. We spent a day in the mountains. A day. The road to Duchamp is not long. If you didn’t stay the night, you could drive all the way in twelve hours. But I’m guessing up there you’ve been receiving these once, maybe two a week at most.

A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty-Four- The Man Who Wasn’t There

A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty-Four- The Man Who Wasn’t There

You might think based on last week’s blog that the mountains are as wild as the desert. This is not the case. Soon we drove past cottages, some even with cars parked outside. Some in Nadada still travel by standard methods.  But where? To Duchamp to do their shopping?

A Year In Nadada: Week Seventeen- Reflections On A Castle

A Year In Nadada: Week Seventeen- Reflections On A Castle

In recent weeks I have realised how you only see a tiny fraction of Nadada in these blogs. Admittedly there is a lot less admin than I was expecting from The Kandinsky. No need for health and safety information out here, and all the money gets paid into my account for the return to the mainland. If you ask to see the accounts, the payroll staff open up a large glass casserole dish, a haddock floating inside, and say that those who wait around long enough can find out anything they want. I’ve no idea if this is a joke or not. 

A Year In Nadada: Week Twelve- Cabin Fever

A Year In Nadada: Week Twelve- Cabin Fever

Its raining. We've come all this way to Nadada, and we have to stay inside like on a damp Sunday afternoon. 

This is not a light drizzle solved with waterproofs or an umbrella. Some of these raindrops can saturate your clothes in one drop. Get two that size in a row and you will get washed away to a tree full of lobsters wearing tutus.

A Year In Nadada: Week Eight- The Inner Tube

A Year In Nadada: Week Eight- The Inner Tube

Back on The Kandinsky. I have a gig booked in for tomorrow night in the city, and then the next morning we are off.  I swear I will live up to my promise of exploring Lorenzo before we go. But today The Butter Mouse and I are chilling in our cabin, watching television. The world outside is too much today. I am sure Lisa would not be happy with this decision.

A Year In Nadada: Week Three- The Archipenko Snake

A Year In Nadada: Week Three- The Archipenko Snake

Today The Kandinsky resembles a sea plane, the kind suitable for only a dozen passengers maximum. My cabin hasn’t changed shape, and the outside is visible from the porthole. Yet the crew assure me that my own room, and indeed the rooms of the hundreds of other passengers, are now invisible.