Tuesday.
It's misty in Nuova Lazio.
No more need to practise those few pieces I've practised for months.
I have a clean slate.
Double Bass: Metronome practice is always important. I may also work on a bit of Bach from the unaccompanied cello suites. There is no chance of any gigs in the near (or distant) future, I'll probably put more effort into the violin - there is more chance of a gig there.
Violin: I have a repertoire of over 30 tunes that I could play with a trio or with my backing tracks. There is always the chance of a solo gig with backing tracks. Some of the tunes have been neglected and need a bit of work. I'll start there but I'll also continue to work on some technical stuff.
Around the country:
Peter is in Christchurch and moaning about his accommodation. I don't know if he has ever stayed a night in Foxton so that he can get a set of very, very heavy gates moved. It appears that he can't work the appliances in the posh place where he is staying. At least you can get takeaways in Christchurch.
Robert is spending his free time playing a gypsy piece in 7/8, though, to be honest, I listened a few times and couldn't really hear the 7/8. Maybe that's my problem? Maybe it's a very slow 7? Anyway, he's being productive and his violin is sounding good. He can also work all the appliances in his house.
It's Tuesday in Foxton. Lots of big trucks will have driven down the main road early in the morning. The motel where I stayed often has a No Vacancies sign up. I can't work that out. The night I stayed there were two or three of us. Maybe the owner just puts up that sign to get a day (and night) off?
Stokes Valley? Same shit, different day.
Well, that's it from me this morning. Expect a post or two from The Curmudgeon, if he can get his laptop working. If he can't open the curtains, he'll have to write any posts in the dark. Robert will be out cleaning but might post around 6pm. You can check out what he's having for dinner.
Ciao tutti.
6 commenti:
A good post but, in the interests of accuracy, that pic is of a blackboard, not a slate.
So, what's a slate then?
Okay, okay, I looked it up. It's near enough. At least I can open my curtains.
I do beg you pardon but make sure there's no-one in your garden when you open those blinds.
A blind is not a curtain.
"A blind is not a curtain."
Is that some sort of saying like "A nod is as good as a wink to a blind man"?
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