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Jun. 27th, 2007 05:58 pm
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Here are a succession of (reasonably) brief updates. Each will be concealled behind a cut tag. 'Cos. Mangia.


One of the fellows at Trinity Hall is going to have to be told (and be made to believe) that the left hand monitor speaker isn't fully functional. Ken claims it was the crowd noise drowning it out Saturday night, only it wasn't working the Sunday before that either, and there was considerably less of a crowd. Translation? On The Blink. Fix. Replace. Either. Choose. Please? Seriously. If we're to be made to use the thing, it should work, shouldn't it? Am I existing on a pink cloud and fluffy bunny plane? Surely not.

Sunday, I think, when better than Saturday. For one, we could hear each other on Sunday. I was tired from the previous night's Spriggan performance, but what do you do? I said to the world 'I should like to be a working musician' and the world replied with 'Sure, why not, bid your life a fond farewell'. If I'm to carry on, then I need to get used to it. /shrug/ And drink more orange juice. I'm sure that would help. Do you know what else would help? If the fine people at the pub would replenish their tea supply. Oish.

There were a few awkward pauses (admittedly, I'm used to a faster stage pace) on Sunday whilst the melody players considered which sets from the list would be next, and I did offer suggestions (and that was remarked on; sure, I don't know what to make of that, so I'm going to leave it alone), and nobody bit anybody (time for a new phrase, don't you think?). It was also Father's Day, so we hung out with our dads, [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes and I.

Saturday...haha. Saturday became an exercise in our miming skills, 'cos at by the third set, stage left couldn't hear stage right over the ambient din. There were a few tunes that didn't turn at their proper times as a result, and I think it frustrated the guitarist a bit. The TIMES Band plays (usually) every third Saturday of the month for the benefit of the O'Flaherty Irish Music Retreat, and Ken chooses the players from a group of 32 people. Out of 31 players, I've at least played in a seisiun someplace with all but eight of them. Seisiunna and performances are entirely different beasties. The assemblage of players referrred to as the TIMES Band don't meet to rehearse beforehand; it's sort of assumed that the players will react accordingly when a set of tunes is called. If said musician isn't entirely familiar with a particular group of tunes - 'well, you know what you're doing, right?' The guitarist is given keys/modes, the bodhránaí is given a tempo, and with any luck at least one of the melody players knows a tune well enough to start it. I'm sure it's fairly obvious how important is listening, and when that skill has been thwarted by the madding crowd? One watches. Closely. And hopes.

[livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes and his family appeared, and I was very glad to see them. It wasn't as though I'd lost control of everything and was spiralling arse over head (don't consider the physics of that) into a pit of Teh Suxx0r, but his smiles were reassuring. I did gargle my Irish song a bit, but I've got a ready defence for that: What? It's sean-nos! People applauded. I should leave it at that.


At this moment, I am perusing a Music Library for a corporate 'film festival'. 'Cos I'm apparently a masochist, I've clicked the 'Celtic rock' link, and I'm listening to one fellow's idea of how that genre sounds. I want to run round in circles and chew the paint from the walls. Thanks very much for listening and understanding.


[livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes bought Orion Rising a Dyson. It's purple. It's restored our sorry, cut-rate carpet to a lustre hitherto impossible to achieve. With this mighty tool of hoovering bliss, we have removed several generations of cats that have been sneakily hiding amongst the fibres. Hoovering has actually become a joy, and dare I say it, a bit of a mysterious expedition. We never know what we'll find. I understand [livejournal.com profile] katjabee's possessiveness completely. I mean, this thing is amazing - it's got a hose and nozzles and everything. And we can shove the container down into the rubbish bin before flipping its latch to release the dogs (as it were), thus reducing the amount of nasty particulate matter in the air. See, my dad had warned me about that. 'Ah, you don't want one of those,' says he. 'They make a horrible mess.' Well, perhaps not. And when we tear out half of the carpet to replace it with some sort of floor? Well, the Dyson's anticipated that bold move, hasn't it, with an attachment for floors. Triumph. Sheer triumph.



We spent a lovely Sunday - first catching up with Spider-Man (I'd not seen part the second) and second going to the cinema for POTC3. One of my friends was less than impressed by it, but I liked it well enough. Especially the salt flat scene - it reminded me a bit of 'Waiting for Godot', and I've a strange fondness for absurdism. I noted a few characters in POTC that I'm sure are absurdist characters. There are four of them: two pairs. One on the English side, and the other on the pirate side. One of them is the fellow with the wooden eye. They're dead ringers for Didi and Gogo of 'Waiting for Godot'. Read the play, you'll see what I mean. Admittedly, the play is darker, and the sense of futility it conveys (Didi: This is all so...insignificant.) is palpable, but the similarity is too great to be happenstance. If 'Waiting for Godot' doesn't strike your fancy, then perhaps 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead' will do. We went to a movie tavern. Campy pirate film + bucket of beer (in a bucket, no lie) = Grand Night Out.



We gave one of our seisiun mates a graduation party at Gilligans last night. It was fantastically attended despite the rapidly rising waters. It took me an hour to get from here to there, and considering the mess I was driving through, I made the trek in record time. My car, you see, can swim. It's got three advantages over most cars: it's a 'crossover', so it rides slightly higher than the average car; it's got a standard gearbox, so I don't have to brake to slow the car down; and it's got all-wheel drive, so if one wheel loses purchase, the others likely won't do. My first Subaru, years and years ago (the one that got pelted into a concrete barrier, yes), hadn't these features and was nearly swept away once. I made it to the party in time, hurlled decorations hither and yon with the help of [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes and the guest of honour's father (she'd not arrived yet), and the party was a grand success in spite of the lousy weather. The musicians had worked out how to play 'Pomp and Circumstance' in an Irish style, and the look on the guest of honour's face when she stepped through the door was fantastic. It was brilliant, really. Everybody was brilliant. Even the boy who has driven us all mad at least once seemed to behave himself especially well.

And my car can swim. Whee!


In round an hour, [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes and I leave for the Police concert. :D

Date: 2007-06-27 11:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katjabee.livejournal.com
Hooray for your new Dyson! I'm glad you like it. I also found that it has an attachment for cleaning car upholstery. So of course I had to try that today when I got home from work. And then I noticed a bit of dirt that Wamba had tracked into the study, so that had to come up. And oh look, there's debris in the hallway. And more in the kitchen...

Yeah, I'm obsessed. ;-)

And enjoy the Police concert! Let me know what you think.

Date: 2007-06-29 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] youngraven.livejournal.com
We've been wanting once since we learnt they existed some...five (six?) years ago. The one was purchased for Chez Arterburn, and Chris came round to gloat. 'You can borrow it,' sez he. Well. We found out on our own, didn't we?

My car needs a hoovering in the worst way. I would have used our mini Dyson, only the battery had gone flat, so I had to use something else instead. I would have done better leaving it alone - actually, not better, but the end result wasn't terribly different from what I had before.

So. Household joy, indeed.

Date: 2007-06-29 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katjabee.livejournal.com
I've seen his. He's got the DC07 model. Ours is a DC17.

I resisted the urge to gloat. Very proud of myself there... :-)

Date: 2007-06-29 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] youngraven.livejournal.com
We've also got a DC17. We win the geek war against Arterburn. Mwah!

Date: 2007-07-03 03:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shaddowshoes.livejournal.com
We've got the same as Jenn 'cause she pointed us to the Right Place to get it. :)

Double Whammy on Arterburn House. :)

Date: 2007-07-03 03:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] youngraven.livejournal.com
Ohhh...that makes sense.

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