I just rang Peter only to find that he is still in bed.
He said they had no electricity (there won't be any red wine chilled today) and the road to town was blocked. At least the toilets seem to be functioning.
Be safe up there, Peter and Lynn.
My work today got cancelled, not because of a storm but because teachers have been freed up by the year 13s being away from school. Suits me. My job this morning will be to do double bass practice.
I went to an old time/bluegrass jam yesterday and played for two and a half hours. My brother Daryl said to me, many years ago, that if you're going to a jam, take an instrument that is fun to play - he was really talking about taking a melody instrument, as opposed to something like a bass. I took my violin and my steel string guitar. I only played the guitar on one tune.
There were roughly twelve or thirteen people at the jam. About half of them had banjos. About four had guitars and one of the banjo players also had a violin. There was a guy with an acoustic bass guitar. My violin was the loudest instrument there. Yes, it was louder than all the banjos! The other violinist played quietly and was often out of tune. It reminded me of the importance of working on tone and tuning.
The tunes they played had very easy chord progressions and the melodies were pentatonic - which made them easy for me to pick up. Someone there said that most of the tunes were in D or G because it made it easy for the violinist. Personally, I found that boring and wondered how many of them could play in, say, Eb. I told them there is only one scale on the violin, but they didn't seem to get my drift. It turned out that the banjos only worked in a couple of keys, so the chosen keys were probably more for them.
Wind and a bit of rain have arrived in Nuova Lazio, but I don't think we're going to experience what Peter is going through up north.
I guess it is time to get that bass out.
Let's hope that things settle down quickly in Whangarei.
Ciao tutti.
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At least they didn't kick him off the stage or worse still, ignore him this time. Well done.
Power is back on up north after 12 hours without. We might have seen the last of the storm but the forecast is for more. There's been a lot of damage with flooding, road closures, slips and tree falling.
Internet though! More blog posts coming your way. Think about that.
If Richard had commented 'hooray' I'd suspect him of being sarcastic but you, Robert, being a christian and a catholic to boot (no jokes please) I trust you.
"I'm not surprised that they have never heard of your one scale! I doubt anyone else has too."
Well, we all know about 'la mamma degli imbecilli'.
Shoosh! I'm getting tired of idiots!
I think I should keep these things to myself in future because there are a lot of stupid people out there!
Great that the power is back on TC.
To be honest, I never lost my power which, even though the house was inactive, kept going on with me. You've taught me the importance of grammar and how little things like commas can make so much difference to the meaning of a statement or a sentence. Maybe you were just using an example there.
Why am I thinking about Wayne Kerr?
Maybe you've got itchy palms - I don't know.
Well it's already changed its name (and the name of Nuova Lazio).
Tra il dire e il fare c'è di mezzo 'e il'.
Old Italian joke.
I guess you think that old Italian is funny.
Well, sunshine, I've got news for you ...
I guess we'll get an answer that that comment some time in the future after we may, or may not get a new post.
I swear to god that waiting on Richard's Bass Bag for new information is nearly as bad as those poor Christians waiting for Jesus to return.
I'm off to Taupo tomorrow and then Hamilton. Please, both of you, try to salvage a bit of blogging dignity while I'm away. Please.
Please.
Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want – The Smiths.
Please Please Me - The Beatles.
So, which one?
Safe trip you guys.
A dip in Lake Taupo would be just the thing.
If you left early this morning for Taupo, you're no doubt near Mangaweka by now.
Best to take a break. There's a holiday camp down by the river or, if an emergency maybe the Brown's holiday house is still there.
Stay safe, keep arm and look for bottles with labels on them.
Keeping arm.
That’s good.
Your posts would be boring if you were ‘armless.
Not
Enjoy your gig or whatever you're doing tonight but-
- don't drink too much
- don't argue with the others
- don't go on too long with your double bass solos
- remember Robert's advice on bowing techniques
- don't bang on about Eva Pirazzi strings, parallel universing and
transubstantiation. No one really cares.
Thanks for the advice.
That's OK. Here's some more:
- check your tyre pressures before heading off for a long drive.
- never mention old girlfriends to your wife in a positive way.
- if you plan to dance at that party tonight - don't.
- check the supply of toilet paper before - well, you know.
- only look at that woman with the nice breasts when you are sure that Shelley isn't
watching you.
- if you plan to get home on Tuesday it's best to leave on Sunday.
- make sure you know where the good wine is at that party.
- a good idea is to decant the good wine into a bottle denoting a crappy wine.
And stop wearing out that road you’ve been driving on. Haven’t you got a flying car yet?
Gloria would have been disappointed in you.
You mean a hovercraft.
Welcome back. You must have left on Saturday.
I posted a new The Nostalgic Curmudgeon post today and noticed one of my earlier posts about a family trip to Hamilton.
https://thenostalgiccurmudgeon.blogspot.com/2022/06/summer-holiday.html
We're in gumboot city.
OK, but don't 'Tai' one on tonight.
No, I'm happy. They have cleanskins here. And gumboots.
Ha ha. Welcome to Punland.
And chinese takeaways.
And it's hot.
And Robert loves me, but has promised me a place in Hell.
And my comments are growing nicely.
Very nicely.
I suggest that you go to bed and count some sheep, (there should be plenty in Taihape) and not comments.
He's just been there and saw the big gumboot.
"As an atheist you expect to go to oblivion, surely!"
Anything is better than being stuck with Mr. Linford. My mother told me that.
Bring on oblivion! Hey, that sounds better than Hell!
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