This past Saturday’s Dinner and a Doc was an interesting one, though not for the reasons I expected. I had intended to make tomato soup, since last Saturday was tomato sauce day, and I expected to have a fair number of tomatoes remaining. In the event, however, we used all the tomatoes but had perhaps a quarter of a bushel of red peppers left, so I made roasted red pepper soup instead, a recipe so good that I will keep it and make it again when I have a chance.
I had planned to screen Seeing is Believing by Peter Wintonick and Katerina Cizek, and I will likely do so next month instead, but we had only a very few people come, and the consensus was that we wanted something a little different, a little less intense. So, we had a look at my collection and decided to watch Touch the Sound by Thomas Riedelshiemer, a film that explores the music of Evelyn Glennie, a percussionist who is also deaf. What I saw of it, between putting children to bed, was quite interesting, and everyone seemed to enjoy it very much.
Though I usually try to have some discussion after the film, people mostly dissipated fairly quickly, helping with the dishes or going their way, and I found myself on the porch instead, smoking my pipe with my brother and conversing about music and sports and the preserves that he was stealing from me in order to supplement the diet of a starving artist. We talked very little about the film, but our conversation was good and fitting with the rest of the evening: not what I expected, but good in any case.
Dave Humphrey likes to say that we are the festival, making reference to an idea from Hans-Georg Gadamer’s Truth and Method. He means by this that the festival only occurs in the way that it does, only occurs at all, in fact, because we go to it, participate in it, and, in short, make it what it is. I had something of that feeling on Saturday night, that those who attended made it what it was, which was something quite different than I had expected. The event became what it was quite apart from anything I had planned, and what it became was good in its own right. It was good because those who came made it what they needed it to be.