Monday.

It's cold, but the day will warm up. The sky is clear.

It's lawns day for me today. Hopefully they'll start growing slower, now that Autumn is underway.

"The Autumn leaves drift past my window,
The Autumn leaves in red and gold."

Cm7  F7  Bbmaj7  Ebmaj7  Am7b5  D7b9  Gm6*

It's nearly time to get the trumpet out, because ANZAC Day is in April. I like to do at least two weeks of daily warmups before I play The Last Post.

The Last Post.

Okay, okay, I know that's a well-used, silly joke, but I thought it might calm everybody down after Peter's risqué last couple of posts.  It is Lent after all. I've lent a few books in my time. You often don't get them back. 

I went to an Old Time / Bluegrass jam yesterday. The Old Time music part goes for an hour and a half, then it's Bluegrass time. What they call Old Time is VERY simple music, normally played in D or G because that's supposed to be good for the banjo and the violin. 

The tunes have weird names, like 'Bake that sausage well boy', and seldom seem to have more than two chords. There was a guy there who took control of this part of the jam, sort of making it more like a lesson; except that he had very basic skills. He also tried to give us all a bit of a theory lesson, but he didn't really know what he was talking about. I sort of told him so. Well, someone had to put him straight. 

The Bluegrass part consisted of lots of three chord songs in G. I know the guy who sort of took charge of this jam. He's a nice guy and complimented me on my playing when I left half an hour early. Hey, you can only take so many tunes in G.

Well, I'm off soon to do a few jobs. 

Ciao tutti.

* You won't see chords like this at an Old Time / Bluegrass jam.