Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.

 

Okay, okay, if The Curmudgeon was writing this
post, there would now be a video of Elton John
singing his song.

Instead, I'm going to feature a picture of Robert sitting in his new kayak.

Shouldn't he be cleaning someone's house?

What's all this business with cleaners riding around in kayaks? Are they getting paid too much?

Peter used to have a kayak but I think he got rid of it. He probably kept falling out of it.

So why the title about saying farewell to a yellow road?

Let's see if I can justify it.* Hang on, give me a bit of time to think.

Time passes.

More time passes.

Okay, the year is underway. I have a new job starting soon. I have a second day teaching violin (and a bit of double bass) at a posh boys' school. So, I'll now be teaching violin on Tuesday and Wednesday. I also have the intention of doing some babysitting.

This guy. I'll have to show him how to brush his hair.

That doesn't leave me a lot of time for relieving at Nuova Lazio High School. It might be time to retire from that (Goodbye Yellow Brick Road) because I also want to put regular quality time into my music practice. 

Who knows, I might even get a few more gigs? Don't forget that I've already got three.

In just over two weeks I'm playing a solo double bass set (20 minutes) at Mainly Acoustic in Upper Hutt. It's a nice venue. I've got four original pieces - Sii Gentile, Gypsy Feet, My Gentle Giant and SMD. I've been putting in a lot of practice.

I've also got a gig in a Scottish trio (double bass) and I'm playing (double bass again) at a jazz club.

Things are definitely looking up, gig wise.

Well, I'll leave you there for today.

Remember that, if you're waiting for someone to clean your house, they're probably out in a kayak. Get off your bum and do it yourself, you lazy bugger.

* The truth is that the words just came to me while I was sitting in bed. Well, I did need a title for my intended post - something catchy.