The rules are simple: the story must be true and belong to the teller, it must last no more than 15 minutes and it must be told from memory.
So, all eyes fixed on the standard lamp and the accompanying chair, waiting waiting for the stories to begin…
Firstly, we travelled back to 1974 as Steve told his story of schoolboy chants and chivalrous revenge escalating into a veritable class war, only to have his bacon saved by his own slipper-wielding headmaster. Then we travelled with Glen from gig to gig across Holland with a van load of revelling (read drunken) musicians, in his search for an honest meal and encounters with a chip-thieving Hell’s Angel. Meilir carried us into battle with a beautiful song and a call to be the the greatest you can be, armed with only a karimba and a tray of gravel. After a brief pause, Kieran took us over the River Liffey and back again as a man and boy in conversations with his dad as they made their way to church and to home for the best christmas breakfast. Finally, Ceri ended the evening with a story of leaving Cardiff and his 6th form band (Haneer Pei) behind to go to medical school in London and a brief, but profitable, encounter with a namesake musician who had been inadvertently collecting his royalty cheques for his song, Petula.
So that’s it, another very successful Truestories night at Kemi’s Cafe (http://www.kemis.co.uk)
Sometimes you will be surprised, other times enchanted, other times mesmerised, other times captured, enthralled, struck, moved.
The rules (above) are simple, but who would have thought that the basic ingredients could take you all these different places. That’s the magic of true stories.
We are looking for contributors to our May event. Drop us a line here or call Steve on 07976 312 055.
Spread the word and we hope to see you at Kemi’s next month.