Jane reckons there were about 50 of us, maybe 55 - certainly there were 21 performers or thereabouts: the day started at ten to three A.M., early even for us urban monks, earlier still for urbane monks in trunks who like to dunk the hunks of their croissant in the coffee at more like 10am than a couple of hours before sunrise... (I have become such a Martha these days - as in busy old Martha who was bustling about chez Lazarus doing the dishes whilst her wiser sister Mary was listening carefully to the giver of hands. Gospel of John in case you're wondering.)
The casualty of the day was my German pronunciation - very embarassing, particularly as there were certainly a few German speakers in the room - I can't even say I was following orders... I chose those pieces myself and had singularly failed to do enough practice... hmmmmmmmmm. 'It was the Rupert, he made me choose them.... oh alright, no he didn't.'
Lucy sang like a dream as usual, Barnaby was very musical, Regina and I duetted nicely, Alison played beautifully, Beverly did her stuff, Sarah was a sensation and the Revelation Rock Gospel had us clapping along and clicking our fingers... well, not at the same time of course.
Many thanks to Jane and Susi for hosting and inviting and allowing this to take place. Sarah and I both stayed the night severally chez Barran.
That was last week...
Saturday was Nicola Robinson's birthday party featuring uber ivory tickler David Gordon plus Hal Brindley and the Harper on larynx and keys. It finally happened after 37 years...
yes... the piano lid fell on my fingers...
Ouch! Just about caught it but it was a ghastly sensation and PTL no damage done. I was playing Luck be a Lady tonight (oh the irony!) and the lady "responsible" for being a bit careless with her page turning was the fascinating Sandra (retired Diplomatic Service and Cabinet Office.) NOT completely her fault as the piano was loose-lidded but I didn't thank her particularly.
Note to non-musicians: NEVER, EVER DO THAT! NOT EVEN IN JEST!
Sitting in Black Lab Cafe in Clapham Common having just tip-tapped some lyrics for a parody of Heartbreak Hotel...
Rather amusing. Should get its first official outing this coming Sunday at the Literary Lunch.
Took the photo of chap with his son on the tube (with permission). No idea of his or his son's name but he looked very sweet the little boy and the dad looked very paternal and rather noble.
Thank you Sir!
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