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My empire for a pithy opening statement. Janey me. Ain't rocket science, this.

Thursday's Child
Shaddow and Briar had a fiddle lesson with Michelle. His first one, her...not first one. Lacking a fiddle (and any real desire to learn to play one), I did not have a fiddle lesson, but rather I installed myself in my studio room with a guitar, a jar of vanilla porter (highly recommend), and a stack of books. I began to re-learn something I'd been working on for a little while (Fear na Bhata - which isn't really pronounced at all like 'fear Nevada'), sorted out (more or less) chords to 'Close It Down' (which has been lurking about in my books for - Jesus - 13 years now? Sure, it's about bleeding time I did something with it) by Ivan Drever (lest I forget its authorship), and I wrote something of my own. I know - fancy that, eh? What's come over me? It appears that this one (which I think I'm calling 'Weightless' for now) is fixed quite firmly in Am - going from a variation of the Am barre (styled so that it sounds higher than the usual first position Am chord - yet it doesn't twist my fingers in knots. Led Zeppelin used this styling in 'Stairway to Heaven', so I don't feel entirely guilty about shunning the barre) down the scale to the (haha) usual first position Am chord (I copied and pasted that phrase from my last aside). It might be that it changes keys at the chorus; I'll have to check that. The really stuck in a descending Am scale. I don't know if that's the best way to describe it - it starts at the top of the scale and then goes down stepwise. Sort of thing. I'd like there to be a bit more variation in it (although never so much as to muddy it all up - it's a fairly visceral song, all metaphor aside), so I'll have another look at that scale. Perhaps there are a few things that I can swop round.

I'm not yet prepared to post the lyrics in a public forum - if ever (at least till it's recorded and I've secured my own rights, sort of thing). If I can tart this one up in a good and tasteful way (seems a bit oxymoronic, dunnit? Tarting something up in a good and tasteful way? Haha), then it might be that I've got enough material for an EP of one's very own. Possibly something longer if there are ones from the past that I can resurrect, which will take some doing. I suppose I could work out which ones?

Oh, and learn some Joan Osbourne.

Black Friday Rule
I called off Friday's practise. We'll meet a few times before our do in May, I don't see the need to twist ourselves up in knots over it. I'm trying to recall what we did Friday evening, and I can't do. I think I was that fagged out.

Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting
Drama aside, I spent most of Saturday in a bit of a stupour. Seriously, I've been amazingly fagged of recent. At the moment, I'm considering shoving my head into the bin - which is more than anybody needed to know. I'm trying to chase it all away with water, 'cos I feel like hammered shite.

Right, back to Saturday. I'd a list of things I'd wanted to do: clean up the house, go to an Irish class (I swear to you, I'll do it. Someday. A Dhia dhilís ;)), sort of thing. I was thinking of this as I wandered into the kitchen to Do Something About Tea. My cat, Cathiona (alias 'Beanies'), came to greet me as she often does. I went back to the bedroom and said to [ profile] shaddowshoes 'I've got a better idea: the cat needs to go to the vet's'. When she came to say 'hallo', she was limping. I watched her stretch her back leg a few times as if to say 'ouch'. So, we stuffed her into a carrier, and hied us off to the vet's.

She was not pleased and let us know all about it. It was determined that she'd need to be knocked out before anything further could be done, so we filled in many forms, and left her to the vet's care for a little while. Whilst we were waiting, we drove to a shop, and [ profile] shaddowshoes bought a chain saw. These two events are not at all related, morbid wee beasties youse. When we got back, we were told that, in short, my cat had needed and received chiropractic care. She may yet need an operation, but we're going to be limiting the heights to which she can climb.

When we got home, we installed her in the bar. It's pleasant out there and away from the other cats.

After we'd spent a bit of time with acclimating her to her infirmary (as it were), [ profile] shaddowshoes decided it was time to assemble and Do Something Meaningful with his new chain saw. Which he did. We'd collected a fair amount of fence panels and pickets from the time in which we were replacing our fence ourselves (we've since chucked that idea into the bin and have had a fibre glass fence built - it's fantastic, we admire it whenever we pass the house), and he'd marked them for destruction. So. Goggles and ear muffs were obtained, saw horses were improvised (we've got them, sure, but God knows where they are), and the chain saw was put through its paces. As he was slicing and dicing, I decided to reduce some of our cut photinia branches (they grow as weeds, photinias - there's one we've tried twice at least to kill now and the devilish thing keeps coming back; we've given it one more hacking down to the ground, and here's to hoping that one takes) to something we can burn in the firetable.

The truth? My 'hay making' was a great lot of effort for precious little return, and I've got a few nasty bruises to show for it. I'm determined, though. Those branches haven't seen the last of me.

Afterwards, we decided to pop round to Conlon's to listen to John and Jason play and to pitch darts. I played very well. So did John and Jason. :D As we were headed towards the door, we stopped to chat with John once more. He'd mentioned some sort of occasional pick-up band that he was (not exactly but sort of thing) organising to play at Conlon's. I told him I would be available should he decide he needed me. So there's twice I've proffered my hand to see who will grasp it. :D

Every Day Is Like Sunday
We...went to breakfast (and were served freakishly large pancakes - one of them was tantamount to six of mine), went to the shops, consumed steaks grilled by [ profile] shaddowshoes, and entertained the cat for a little while. She's not keen on being stuck by herself in a room, even if she would prefer to be the only cat in the house.

So there's my weekend, what did you do with yours?

The section heads are all titles of songs. Thursday's Child is by David Bowie, Black Friday Rules is by Dave King and Flogging Molly, Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting is by Elton John and Bernie Taupin, and Every Day is Like Sunday is by Morrissey.

Date: 2008-04-28 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ooh, a while back (I can't remember how long ago, but a couple years now) we went to a Gaelic class. It didn't work out too well. He seemed very nice, but it was very confusing and not very well organized. I've taken German and Christopher has taken French and we both agreed that the format of the guy's class just didn't work :(

I hope you'll be able to take one soon! Sorry to hear about your cat, poor thing. :(

Date: 2008-04-28 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It really bothered me, actually. 'Cos this is the first indication she's given of her advancing years. :(

Date: 2008-04-29 03:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She seems to be coming along reasonably well. And...she lapped up all of her glucosamine powder this morning. :D And she's bored. Boredom is a good indicator of returning to health.

Date: 2008-04-30 02:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That's great to hear! :D

Date: 2008-04-28 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
When I was a kid, my dad hacked a tree type thing to the ground and drove copper nails into what little stump was left. It never grew back. I've always wondered if this was a result of the hacking to the ground, or the copper nails. He seemed to think it was the latter.

Date: 2008-04-28 10:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, copper can be poisonous - do you know [ profile] bookwench? If you do, ask her about the time she drank from an un-treated copper clad mug at Scarby. So, perhaps it was the copper. I'll look that up.

Well, it looks as though you don't know her - but you should do, 'cos she's a fantastic hat maker. So...go introduce yourself. :D

Date: 2008-04-29 01:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh god, that copper mug. My stomach just did a flip from the memory.

And thanks for
the introductions. We've now done the mutual LJ friendy thing. :)

And I'm jealous of the fiddle lessons.

And....that's it. I think. Yep, pretty sure.

Date: 2008-04-29 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Orgh. What a day that was. :S

You'll love each other - I know it. :D

Date: 2008-04-29 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I make the thing squeak quite well. O_O
Michelle put it in perspective (it's 01:00 in the morning and you're listening to Perspectives....) The first year is just working on technique. The scary thing is that this fiddle (the Jewelry Box) has been played by several accomplished players (one of which is the one that rebuilt the Jewelry Box) and all have commented that is a really nice instrument. It's a 7/8 size but it has been proclaimed 'Good'. So if I suck at the instrument, it's not the instrument. O_O
Splatter me daunted.

Date: 2008-04-29 03:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I have every confidence that you'll do well at it. :D


Date: 2008-04-29 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
scarby giggin, rain, sunburn, mud. Wind, chilly, mud. Cappuccino, pork and mushroom cannelloni at Victors, Garlic and Pesto Bread at the bakery. Yukon Jack in flax, Pineapple upside down cake sip, blueberry wine in glass at home. Sore feet and muscles, pleasantly tired, soft pillow and flannel sheets.

Re: weekend

Date: 2008-04-29 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ooh, where is Victor's? The cannelloni sounds decadent. :D

Re: weekend

Date: 2008-04-29 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Victor runs the pasta palace at Scarby and his food is unbelievable.

Re: weekend

Date: 2008-04-29 03:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That's two trusted nods in favour of Victor's. :D

Re: weekend

Date: 2008-04-29 03:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Alright. When Shaddow and I come out, we're eating at Victor's. :D Thanks very much for the recommendation - 'cos so often we wander glassy-eyed from booth to booth. Candace and I were talking about it recently - how overwhelming and lacking in grand is too much choice.

Jesusgod what a silly poxy first-world woe. I'm so embarrassed. XD Snort.

Re: weekend

Date: 2008-04-29 03:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
a new techno perk this year. Sign up at the booth and he will txt msg you the weekends menu. Mmmmm sweet potato ravioli in a cream sauce, clams and white wine sauce. how this man turns out what he does from this faire site kitchen is just mind blowing. Oh, and he travels the circuit doing this.

Re: weekend

Date: 2008-04-29 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Mad. Although, I hear that the restaurant industry is brutal. At a faire, he's got a captive audience. :D

Re: weekend

Date: 2008-04-29 03:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, Mothers day is always Roselline di Pasta alla Romagnola *drool*

Re: weekend

Date: 2008-04-29 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Even the name is food pr0n.

Date: 2008-04-29 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Lacking a fiddle (and any real desire to learn to play one)

Uh, this is your fiddle...... ;) It did not come from my family. 'That' one, well who knows what ever happened to it. Or what quality it was. Like the clarinet or the saxophone. We'll likely never know.

Date: 2008-04-29 03:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I think part of me still doesn't believe that the Jewellery Box is now a playable instrument and is a family heirloom. :D I mean, the transformation was so. very. much a transformation. Colour me dumbfounded. :D

Date: 2008-04-30 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Renaissance Faire pour moi et mes amis!

Date: 2008-04-30 05:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
How did that go? Or have you posted about it and I've missed it? :D

Date: 2008-04-30 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Speaking of guitars...I sent you a message on LJ and I don't think you got it but the jist was "Can you teach me to play the guitar, please?!".

No seriously.

Date: 2008-04-30 05:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, I missed that one. Erm...I'm sorry - I'm not terribly much of a teacher. :S If you're back in college (you mentioned that, yeh?) I would recommend taking a guitar class.

Or...I could find out whether a fellow I met recently offers private lessons. He's got a master's degree in classical guitar - so he knows his technique. I'll likely not see him till next Tuesday.

Date: 2008-04-30 06:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh that's alright, just wanted to check with you. Yeah i'm going to college now, well next week is finals but i'm going to go through the summer also. I had thought about taking lessons there and I guess i'll check it out since you recommend it.

Date: 2008-05-01 03:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Are you going to TCC or UTA? If you're going to TCC, then this is the person you can contact to enquire about lessons:

Date: 2008-05-02 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm going to TCC right now. Which campus is she at? Thanks so much!! How do you know this person or heard of them?

Date: 2008-05-02 03:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She's at the Northeast Campus, and her name is listed on the web site. :D

Date: 2008-05-05 03:18 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh. Ha ha, well thanks! Who knew to check the website ;)


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