Nothing to say.

 

Well, I guess I could tell you about the diminished whole tone scale. 

Starting on C this would be C Db D# E F# G# Bb C and it would work well over a C7#5#11 chord. 

Okay, I can tell no one is interested.

Ah well, I might as well just wrap this up.

Bye.

Lack of haircut pulls in comments.

 Ah, so that's how you get comments!

Both of the elderly bloggers are concerned about my disability to get a haircut.

"Can't you get one in the Nui?"

"I'm not sure how you spell 'Waiwetu', is it Wyfetu? Why can't you get a haircut there?"

"What's wrong with Thorndon? You've got a car. Drive there!"

"Buy some scissors and do it yourself!"

Well, I'm certainly getting comments now!

I've been going to a hairdresser in Queensgate Mall for quite a few years. I've got to know a lady there and, to be honest, haven't thought about going somewhere closer. When I arrived there yesterday they were busy and I waited for twenty minutes. They did nothing wrong, they were just busy. I had other things to do, so I decided to leave the haircut. No big deal really. I think I will find somewhere closer to home. Just for convenience. Ah well, it got me some comments.

I did some good violin practice yesterday. I've been doing quite a bit of work on diminished scales. I also spent an hour playing through my 'with a backing track' repertoire. There are 30 tunes in that repertoire. Maybe I'll get a chance to play it somewhere, sometime?

It's another cold morning in the Nui. I'm up early because I need to take Shelley's car for a warrant check in Seaview. Oops, that'll start the old boys off again!

"Why not get it done in Whyneweomarter?"

"There's a place in Island Bay that could do it."

"Try Mowerror."

Gsus!

I see Rob has posted this morning. He wasn't impressed to see a statue of a Hindu godess at the creche he has been cleaning. Why? He says, "I wonder if parents really want their toddlers being familiarized with eastern spiritual entities? They'd be safe with a statue of the BVM; not so sure with spirits bordering on the demonic." In case you don't know BVM stands for Bloody Virgin Mary. I don't know what makes her so safe for toddlers. Is that because no bonking was involved when she had her kid? Well, she really got bonked by the old god, God the Father's name tells us that. What a strange religion those Catholics have!

No post from Peter. Hey, to be fair, he has probably dropped his phone in the bath again. Why can't he just leave it in the kitchen or by his bed?

That's it from me. I have a WOF to sort out. I will get some bass practice done today too.

Ciao tutti.

See...

 ...no haircut.

No comments...

 ...no haircut.

They were too busy. I suppose the boys must be too.

Nessun commento:

What happens when your hairdresser is busy too often.

Another stimulating morning on the blogs?

 Good morning. I think I'll get a haircut today. Before that I'll have a peanut butter toasted sandwich, I'll have a shower and I'll take my pills. Hey, I know that doesn't sound very exciting but what else have you got to read on the blogs this morning? Rob briefly told us about a book he was reading and paying his accountant for sorting out his tax return. Peter's last effort, if you can call it that, was yesterday when he handed us over to his 'Agony Aunt'. 

Boar ring.

Obviously I'll be doing some practice today. I only managed one hour on each of the last two days. Going to work and then picking up my elder grandson took up quite a bit of my time. I'll try to make up for it today. I'd better get some double bass practice in there too.

What else can I tell you?

Hang on, I'll make that toasted sandwich first. 

Done and dusted.

[I'll add a bathroom visit to that list of things to do this morning.]

Okay, there is really nothing more to tell you, so I'll get this day underway.

Ciao.

Really no time to post this morning.

 Though, I must say that a comment by Rob on my last post has disappeared.

A post, but not my blog post.

STRANGE.

Hey, I know his blog disappears a lot. Maybe this is just a minor version of that?

Well, I'm off to work on this cold morning. I have pills to take and I need a shave, and possibly a bathroom visit. I've just had a peanut butter sandwich.

Have fun but develop a good set of morals that have nothing to do with sin.

Ciao.

The day starts with a banana toasted sandwich.

 I'm up and cold. I got dressed fast and have the heater on full.

Lovely.

I got two hours of practice done yesterday. I've been doing quite a bit of work on diminished scales and arpeggios. I've also run over the two whole tone scales. Yes, there are only two. Just like there are only three diminished arpeggios and three diminished scales for playing over dominant 7th chords and three diminished scales for playing over minor chords. These sounds give lovely character to a solo. 

I don't think that Robert likes me replacing the c**t word with Catholic. He said, in one comment, "As Phillip Jenkins said in 2003 anti-catholicism is the "last acceptable prejudice"." Okay, maybe I'll have to find another word. 'Benedict' would work because he certainly was a c**t. What Catholics forget is that, through their clergy, the Catholic church has done a lot of harm. I'm talking about hands up little boys' pants, etc., etc. I remember some very sadistic nuns too.

I'm off to work soon. I didn't sleep well last night, but I'm up early because it was cold in bed. 

Ciao tutti.