Yesterday was a bit of a snickersathon... hang on that sounds a bit rude!... a marathickers... over to Norbiers for 915am (cheers for lift Delores) plus keyboard and music and (admittedly liteweight) amplifier... then service and then rehearsal with Ben Moore for September's background music gig at the St Ann's Gallery - see list of concerts for details, it's off/on the main blog page somewhere. Then swift train to Clarm Junc for clearing and sorting and cooking, arrival of ma n pa (plus Jack Russell Harmer), lunch, (night before's lentils plus) and then arrival of Tom, Leonore, Jo, HG, Lizzy, Elaine, Jane, Duncan, Margaret, listening to the whole play from our performance in June, spot more lunch and then washing up (thanks again Jane), quick getting into character sesh, then over to Basstone for a fairly intense 3 hours recording.
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| L-R: Tom, Jane, Leonor (with bike), Lizzy, Jo, Margaret, Elaine, HG, Duncan at Harper Hall East-Wing |
Phewf!
Well done gang... we got it done anyway - the main body of the play that is - music and effects to be added soon. Well done Aaron too for your usual brilliance and unflappability etc. and ease-of-working-withness... as Paul Barker might put it... always a pleasure... never a chore. (Steady badger... easy tiger...)
Then, after our sesh at the studio off home while others pubbed (I think) and dinner with m n d n JRH and Susle Barran-Poolopot. I just about overheard her comment that I was falling asleep from the depths of the sofa faux fur and managed to get her to the bus-stop on time for a double 0 137 to wing her home to Chelsea and the 'no-local-shops' side of the river.
Ugh.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
The loveliest card arrived from La Max with the sunshine this morning - thank you Julia darling! So sweet of you to write as you did: very glad you share the appreciation of the lentil, surely the Potenate of Pulses.... as well as the other things you mentioned. Mwah! x
Elaine was still at Tarragon when I walked JRH at quarter to 11 last night, enjoying the delicious lamb and lime (yes! weird combination, but it Soo works...) and it was a last moment treat to chat to her in the doorway with JR straining at the lead to enjoy a repeat performance of Kami's chicken breastmeat tidbits from when the restaurant was called the Kisse Bar, and dogs were still allowed. There was one evening when there were three Jack Russells in there at the same time - want to meet people in your neighborhood? Go get a puppy!
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| Jane on Willow pattern, Elaine and Margaret |
Ant has shaved off his tricho-mania beard and looks a new - and younger - man. I'm sitting in Starbucks (vis) a few hours later, the hot sun frying the pavement outside and the air still and late-July-traffic quiet, even if the Olympics are but a Boris-Johnson-week-in-politics away. Couple of action photos came through today from John Larkin and Sarah nee Fordham's wedding. Spent most of the morning with m n p at Chelsea n Westminster Hospital while Mum had her regular checkup.
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| Ant - newly shorn |
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| Ma and Susle |
I'm so grateful for (and protective of) my parents these days, beginning to appreciate the sacrifices they've made for me and each other and the family and general loveliness and niceness: even the Old Pirate in his dotage has become more and more sweetness and light, and Mum seems to completely win over any of my friends she meets.
Lovely neighbour Ron helped Al to the car this morning: they're having their refit this week and Xena (or Zena) the warrior Princess Pussycat is coming for a sojourn next door at Harper Hall while the workmen are banging away. Her tummy dragging along the floor...
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| Harper and Pa Harmer |
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| How we laughed (at ourselves)... |
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| Cracking cheddar crisps Gromit... |
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| "John, do you think this scarf's too tight?!" |
So the week comes to an ending and a start - beginning to work on the album again today after I've recovered from the weekend. Big thanks to Father Michael for the pleasant surprise at St Ann's yesterday in the little white envelope - prayers answered there: thank you Our Lady of Perpetual Help and the three folk I admire the most (along with Don Maclean - only one of which is a man of course, and He's more than merely mortal!)
Mogenfinch, thank you for all your hard Mogendorffing with the album and so glad you enjoyed the harp.
Forgive the personal nature/comments of this blog post, but my friends and family have been wonderful this last week particularly and I wanted to mention some of you by name.
Enjoy the sunshine,
for which
Molto Grazie!!!
'And my heart told my head... this time nooo.ooo.ooo.... ' a loop of the soundtrack already!
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