It's not every day that you get to chat with a nursery rhyme character.

 

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.

Okay, I was left this comment on my last post.

"You should do a post on moving your double bass. That'd be more interesting."

Okay Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, just for you.

I have to take my double bass to a practice for a gig. It has been a while since I've put a double bass in my car. In fact, I have never put a double bass into my Missan Note.

Remember that I also have a seat for my 
three year old grandson in the back. That
seat takes up bass space.

Actually, I believe it would be easier to move a prefab classroom out of a school!

Looks easy!

I'm not kidding you! 

Firstly, I've got to put the bass into its bag AND put one of my bows in its container that also fits into the bag.

Secondly, I've got to go out to the car, unlock it and drop down the front passenger seat. 

Thirdly, I've got to carry the bass through doors and out of the house. Hey, don't trip on those steps!

Then I have random trees, and Shelley's car, to avoid.

Next comes putting it into the car. I open the front passenger door. Will it fit in front of Harrison's seat? I will put the bass in fat (bottom) end first. The scroll (the bit at the top of the bass) will finish up down where a front passenger's feet would go.

When the gig, that this practice is for, comes along, I'll have to put an amp and other equipment in the car too. Phew! 

Now, doesn't that make moving a prefab classroom in a quiet little street in Thorndon sound rather easy?

While I'm doing all this, Peter will just be sitting at home chewing on a piece of pumpkin and looking out for blog post ideas, in his little street, that might be slightly interesting. Sheesh!

Ciao tutti.

The rain went away.

 It seems that the little poem at the start of my last post helped.

It looks like I might have stopped this happening again?

I asked Angry Jesus what he thought.

"Yes, Richard (of RBB), it appears that you are right. I even heard dad say the 'F' word! Who knows how many lives you saved!"

Wow! I'm up there with God the Farter now!

Maybe it's time to start my own church (and religion) now!

I guess I'll need my own version of the bible too.

Let's see, I'll call it The Nui.

In the beginning there was just The Nui. Richard looked down from Willis Grove. There were no churches, so he built one and called it Bass Bag. He then looked to round up some apostles. He couldn't find any in The Nui, but then he remembered Peter in Thorndon and Robert in Moera. Peter was keen, but Robert wouldn't move away from the catholic thing (no capital needed now for 'catholic'), so Richard made him into the closest thing he could find to a devil. He made him a guitarist who used a capo to play the few chords he knew and sang out of tune. "Go be a folkie!" Richard told him. Peter was put in charge of standing at the bottom of the Nui hill (Nui side) and welcoming people in. The Nui was underway.

Richard created 5 commandments:

1) Adore and follow Richard.

2) Do not follow Robert or his silly religion.

3) Be kind, where appropriate.

4) Rugby is the only sport you should follow.

5) Learn to play a musical instrument like a singer sings.

Richard thought that he could always add a few more commandments later.

Rain, rain, go away...

...Come again another day.

All the children want to play, so

Rain, rain, go away.

Yes, it's a wet day in the Nui and it will also be wet in Thorndon. Maybe God is planning another big flood to get rid of those damn atheists. He won't mind about losing a few Christians along the way. He didn't care last time.

Yesterday's jam was a good practice session for playing by ear. I spent the best part of two hours playing over tunes, some I knew well and some I didn't. Good practice for playing like a singer. Gosh, there was some out of tune playing by some people, hey but that's life.

I'll get some more violin practice done this morning. Activities like playing at a jam do not count as recorded practice for me. Still, I have passed 260 hours of 'proper practice'. The new strings are sounding good. I wonder if Peter is practising his accordion? He seemed keen to take it to Cuba Mall when his foot is feeling a bit better. He has a friend there who plays the harmonica.

Well, that's it from me for this morning. Just a little post, but better than nothing. Nothing? That's what you get this morning from the two old guys.

Ciao tutti.

No comment.

That's not the case anymore!

Not the case.

Comments are back in action!

This makes up for the All Blacks losing this morning. AND I read that Robert is confident about getting into Heaven. Things are looking up, for some of us.

I think that I might go to a jazz jam this afternoon. It's good to have a blow and it beats going to mass. The jam is on this afternoon at the Aro Street hall. It can be a bit of a letdown at times, but it is a chance to 'have a blow'. I know, I know, you don't blow a violin. It's just an old jazz saying.  

"Blowing this doesn't seem to work."

It's raining in the Nui. Spring rain, I guess. I hope this is not the beginning of an almighty world flood, like God created in the Old Testament. God killed lots of potentially innocent people with that flood. Think about it. I wonder if they all were sent to Hell? A lot of children would have died too. On a slightly different note, I heard that 18,000 children have been killed in Gaza. Netanyahu has a lot to answer for. He is obviously following in the footsteps of God. God almighty!

I'm off to do some violin practice now. Or very soon. I changed my strings a couple of days ago. I took off my Evah Pirazzi Gold ones and put on a set of Evah Pirazzi (without the Gold). They sound great. They also have the same colour binding as the strings on my double bass (The Gloria). I thought that Peter would be interested in hearing about my strings. I hope his gout is settling down. Poor bugger, I know what gout is like.

Well, that's it from me.

Ciao tutti.

Has God done this to me?

 

Yeah, he probably did.

Well, I guess Angry Jesus should know what his dad is up to!

The problem? I am unable to comment on blogs in our little community. I decided to check out The Bible for answers.

Second reading: 2 Corinthians 1:6-3

Paul warns of questioning his word. He thinks God has put bloggers at the end of the parade with the men sentenced to death... fools for the sake of Christ...we have no power. He says they go without the ability to post comments on blogs and some will have to work for a living with their own hands. We are treated as the offal and scum of the earth. "It was I that begot you in Christ by preaching the good news".

* * *

Well, I guess that God told us there. This little disruption probably won't warrant a flood that basically wipes out all of mankind. Probably Trump and Putin are going to take care of that anyway. I wonder if the three of them compare notes? 

Rob tells us, in a comment, that it is okay for Cain and Abel to bonk any sisters they might have had. Rob evidently studied this at university before he studied toilet cleaning. Well, God's problem was starting the human race with just two people. He should have used four - two men and two women. Maybe he should have even used about ten - five of each sex. Anyway, Adam and Eve must have had some girls, otherwise we wouldn't be here. Hey, you've got to wonder about God's planning on this one. Still, Rob says it's all okay and above board.

Well, that's me for this morning. Obviously, I won't expect any comments. Though Rob should still be able to comment after he has been to mass.

Ciao.

I can't comment on posts.

What is going on?

Has God done this to me?

The Holy Gospel, Accordion to Peter.

 

Peter had a post to finish. He'd started it the other day but had now run out of ideas. He'd started by taking pot shots at the Old Testament.

* If God had really loved his creations, why did he decide to drown almost all of them?

* Adam and Eve had two sons, Cain and Abel. Who did they breed with to get the human race going? A snake?

* Why couldn't God, he of superpowers, fix the world without having to stick his son on a cross?

Then he thought of Richard's blog. Maybe he should get involved with and talk about a musical instrument? Hey, it worked for Richard! First he thought of a bugle. Then an oboe. No, those two just didn't feel right. Then he decided to go with the piano accordion. Well, why not? After all, he knew a guy who played in Cuba Mall who had already presented the harmonica but he hadn't spotted anyone playing an accordion.

Peter knew that he could use AI to find heaps of information on this instrument. He set to work.

"The accordion has a small keyboard and a pile of buttons. You have to move the instrument in and out to make a sound. That's good exercise, especially if you're a bit older, as I am. I'm keen to spend some time doing some accordion practice and then I'll hit the Cuba Mall. I'm sure that I can drown out an harmonica. I'll have to find some popular songs. Riot In Cellblock No 9? Probably not. The Girl From Ipanema? No, too old. That's the sort of tune old jazz musicians play at weddings. I Got Plenty Of Nothin? No. I want songs that will attract tips. I guess I'd better practise some scales. The guy in the Thorndon fish shop has some scales. Maybe I should ask him for some advice on that one? I know that there is one scale named after a guy who works in mines. There is also one named after a high ranking soldier. Colonel? General? No, it's something else. Maybe the fish guy will know? I guess I could ask Robert. No, he'll just keep quoting the bible.

Well, that's about enough for today's post.

Expect another post soon."

Thanks Peter.