Jam on.

This is Miss Calypso reporting to you two, that your jam with Helen Barley is ON.
Tomorrow. Here at our place. From 4.30pm onwards.

*beams*

ps. I like my link!
yours truly,
Calippy gets lippy.

Roz got the blues.

The Tuesday jam got cancelled. Coz of our knee. Coz we couldn't even stand. Zil came over and cooked dinner instead. I felt really bad about letting Helen Barley down and got one of my (usually quite rare) moments of anger with my life. There's all these amazing musicians coming and I still haven't restrung my viola. That poet that Just Jo and Thea were talking to - he's a cellist. I wish I had my own life, could jump out of here, grab my viola and play, play, play. I'd take my guitar too. Oh, I know I'd never be a really good musician, but I'd find a niche somewhere.
I know I'm not the only one of us feeling this way right now.
As Frieda Kahlo said once, on our behalf;
"I drink to drown my sorrows, but the bastards have learned to swim."
Conscious of the tenacity of sorrow, we are are drinking lots of ginger tea.
At least it's good for the voice.

What happens when you get what you want?

Scared.
Scared we're not going to accept the good fortune coming our way.

Helen Barley is great. She sings good songs. She plays great guitar. We like but don't know each other's songs. This is A Good Thing. Much better than the other configurations such as liking each other's songs and knowing them thus having definite ideas about them, or not liking each other's songs.

All we have to do to make this work is not fuck it up.
Tuesday, next jam, Tuesday.

Helen Barley

Guitar is ready, violin is ready.

We're going to Helen Barley's house at Storm Point for a play!

Yay!

Unfortunately we're in the middle of (and have been 'in the middle of') re-stringing our viola so it will just be fiddle. S'okay. Can't play them both at once anyway.

*beams*

Roz and the Penny Drops.

If these hands where mine, and all mine, I would still be a bad musician.
I'd not be able to choose between violin and viola.
I would play mandolin, guitar, piano, tin whistle, bodhran AND sing.
Probably a lot better than I do now, but I would STILL be a very bad musician.
Hmm. There's the oboe, cello and all those amazing lute-like medieval ones.
I've always been drawn to those too.
See, I might even be a WORSE musician.
*giggle*

Just as well I play music for the love of it, then.

So tell me - Roz and the Penny Drops?
Good band name?
Hah!

I am enjoying my husband (I'm happy to claim him as mine, right now) playing the Goldberg Variations. Variation Thirteen. Bach.

My favourite.

At the Bugsplat Food Co-op, a cappella.

So we took his insults in silence,
For this was the period when,
We lived in the Great Depression,
And nothing was cheaper than men.

The acoustics are wonderful at the Bugsplat Food Co-op.