Anyway, I only need to play for about an hour before the main troupe of musicians come on.
|"A too ra la too ra la too ra la lei"|
I know this post is similar to my last one. Think of them as a series if you like. It's just that I've been very busy writing charts and practising Irish tunes. I've also been working a lot. I'm hoping no one will need me today. I told them I'm tied up tomorrow too, which I am.
|"I can't listen now. I'm tied up writing charts."|
Shelley suggested that I'm a bit grumpy when I'm writing charts. It's just that she likes to tell me things when I'm thinking about transposition and chart accuracy - remember that my son will be sightreading these charts. I've only got a bass player to back me, so we'll both have to work pretty hard to fill all the gaps.
"Have you heard that Rose is still up north and there's a storm coming."
"Never mind. I think I'll put this one into G. That'll be a good key for the fiddle."
"Can you feed Trace's cat?"
"Yeah, later. Bugger, I've slipped back into F! Where's the twink?"
Sorry Shelley, but writing charts takes quite a bit of planning. I'll do my best to be a fun guy today.
Ah, who am I kidding? I'm a grumpy old bugger.