So there I stood in front of the old Baptist church, contemplating being converted. Should I stay or should I go.
The Baptist Church, tucked behind the shops off Ely High Street, had been converted into a music shop and I was there to look at mandolins (they had nothing I fancied) . The door wasn’t [...]
Blinding night at The Boot. I was an hour late as I was babysitting but it was perhaps the best even then. Everyone had new material, sung or played really well. A fantastic Tommy Makem poem about The Box of War recited, great woodwind playing from others and some stunning concertina work.
I did Ploughman Lads [...]
Came home last night to find the little Jedi playing in the back garden wearing his fab droopy shorts and sun hat. We then spend a good hour raking up stones from the drive together and weeding it. He was on good form.
I sat out a bit later and played my shiny new guitar. My [...]
A good day last Friday. I woke up pain free for the first time in 8 weeks. My fingers felt supple and my feet didn’t throb. Perhaps this was the road to recovery?
Saturday morning was roughly the same so I decided this was a good time to get my impulse purchase in. I headed out [...]
It was a blustery, dank night last night. I trudged back from work, picked up my bouzouki and guitar, flung them in the back of the motor and pootled off to The Boot.
A busy night and nice to be in the warm fug of the pub with a large array of musician huddled in the [...]
I am whacked. Yoda is sick AGAIN. Vomiting this time and coughing like a smoker. Poor lamb. So our weekend trip the The Smoke is cancelled. We were to do a grand tour of various people including a 40th birthday bash but that is all out the window now. Instead this will be DIY weekend.
Yes, [...]
Well after the temperature rose to a sweltering -0.5C yesterday I headed off to The Boot for the first time in a while. I had prepared 1 song (Leezie Lindsay*) on the guitar and decided to wing it for the other two by doing When The Boat Comes In and Arthur McBride again.
Leezie Lindsay came [...]
I managed to duck out last night for a folky session in Cherry Hinton. I stopped going to this session a while ago due to the noisy drunks in the pub and the persistent smoking of other performers who always insisted on sitting next to me. Now with the smoking ban is in place and [...]
After my last abortive attempt at purchasing a new mandolin I have fallen again. This time the offending instrument is a Tanglewood steel strung acoustic guitar. £40 from someone at work. That is less that a pair of shoes or the price of one of L’s many handbags. See how I effortlessly justify my expense?
Naturally [...]
After promising L that I would never ever buy another musical instrument after the violins, I have cause to hang my head. Granted the new mandolin was only £30 and comes with a pick-up. Indeed it was my own cash … and I can quit when ever I want … and other such stuff smack [...]