Saturday, March 09, 2013

Here, there and everywhere


Ok, so where the hell have I been? Well, I’m not going to tell you. What I will say is this; here are a few developments since I last addressed you, my dear readers:

Tough on crime, tough on the causes of crime

Some bastard robot deposited a load of shite on one of my posts. I’m afraid I will now have to verify all comments. The keen-eyed among you will know that this won’t be an onerous task. I have also added the dreaded Captcha, I hope. Sorry. The minority have always got to spoil it for the majority.

Chaos theory
 
It appears that I am out every night at the moment. Well, I’m obviously in tonight writing this rubbish. It’s been a fairly hectic ten weeks or so, starting with the Celtic Connections festival in the second half of January. That cost me over £200, and I had lots of other concerts to attend over that period, too. February seemed to fly in, but there was plenty to go to then too. Sorry if I’m being vague, but my phone crashed and I lost, among other things, my diary. I have no idea what I did before the 9th of February.

Your life as you know it is over

I now have reading glasses. I am officially old. I am also letting myself in for sitting on spectacles, as I have more pairs than sense.

It’s fun to stay at the YMCA

During Celtic Connections, I attended two workshops: I saw The Big Slow Session, led by the wonderful Nigel Gatherer, as an opportunity to let my fiddle out of its case for the first time since June last year. I felt that I didn’t do too badly, as Nigel led us through two tunes I’d never played before (West Kilbride and Little Diamond) in the company of fiddles, mandolins, guitars, keyboards, bohdrans, whistles, and probably many, many more. It’s made me want to play again, and it’s my intention to sign up in the summer for the Glasgow Fiddle Workshop. I didn’t start back in January because I had already booked some events for Wednesdays, and unlike in the olden days of the GFW, I’d lose money by missing the classes.

Not content with an afternoon of playing, I also attended a workshop in the morning with the equally wonderful Finlay Allison, where I learned to strum along to YMCA on the ukulele. Classes are on a Monday, so I had no excuse for not going along, and since then, I’ve been to four classes, and I’m having a whale of a time. We’re stuck in C Major at the moment, learning lots of pop and country songs, but perhaps after Easter, we’ll move to D or A to play some Scottish traditional music. I find that it’s great therapy, and for two hours on a Monday, I can escape from all the troubles of the world, except sore fingers. I’ve already identified that I need a better instrument, as the action on this one could be lower, and geared machine heads would help it to stay in tune longer. Fun, eh? I’ll slap anyone who mentions G***** F*****, though. 

What's next?

As a result of this, I took my fiddle two weeks ago to one of Finlay’s classes to learn to play tunes in pub sessions. I hope to do that tomorrow night.

and finally

I’m still playing clarinet in an orchestra, but I don’t know for how much longer.

Right, that’s enough for now.

1 comment:

K A Hunter said...

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