Birthdays done for blogging boys.

Superblogger.

 Within a period of 13 days our three bloggers have celebrated birthdays. Rob is now 71, Rich is still young and doing well and Peter, the oldest blogger, is around 94.

You'll notice that Richard (of RBB) is wearing new clothing. This was supplied by Rob to signify that Richard (of RBB) is the Superman of blogging. No doubt old Peter is jealous.

Unfortunately there is only room
for one Superblogger in this community.

Maybe Peter should have put more time and effort into his blogging?

Well done, Richard (of RBB)!

Peter's back!

 

Sorry, this is not really
the best shot of Peter's back.
Unfortunately his bum got 
in the way.

He is probably sleeping now as I think he was arriving home at about 1am this morning. Anyway, welcome home, Peter.

I did an hour's practice on my double bass yesterday and half an hour on each of my other instruments. I'll concentrate on violin today. At least, that's the plan.

Well, that's all my news for this winter Monday.

La primavera è ormai alle porte.

Ciao tutti.

It sweat.

 It sweat and windy in the Nui. 

Oops, sorry, I meant to say it's wet.

I went to a concert at St. Peter's in Wellington's Willis Street yesterday. The main performer was a young lady who is planning to go to Italy to further her double bass playing. She has been studying at university, and her playing was very good. She played Classical music by Italian composers. Well done! Her teacher played a piece too. He was young and very good. He played some great harmonics!

I guess I'd better get my double bass out today and try those harmonics!

Sorry to hear that Robert's foot is playing up. I hope it feels better soon. 

Peter is still in Aussie. I'm not sure when he is due back in Thorndon.

Today is the feast day of St. Tim. He was a guy who carried out maintenance checks on that helicopter that took Mary up to Heaven. 

I'm planning to go to nothing o'clock mass today. As St. Tim said, "It's not being in the helicopter that really matters, it's carrying out regular maintenance."

This post needs another picture, to hold your interest.

Paw Patrol

My great friend Harrison is really into Paw Patrol. They come second only to Spiderman. He hasn't shown any interest in Jack Reacher yet. Give him time.

It's still pissing down here. The rain is supposed to stop soon, but I doubt it will. Time will tell.

That's it from me for today.

Continuate a praticare con costanza.

Ciao tutti.

Spiderman!

 

My best friend Harrison is a huge fan of Spiderman. in fact, he often wears Spiderman clothes and even likes to be called by that name.

Spiderman, Grandma and myself were sitting around a table at Grandma's house yesterday. We had been doing some jigsaw puzzles. I asked my little friend if I could be Spiderman too. He replied, "No."

We continued to sit around the table. Grandma and I have this habit of always recording what we have spent. It's an unnecessary habit that I picked up from my dad. I remembered that I had bought a Cleanskin and not recorded it. I thought I'd better step into the bedroom and write it down in the book that is kept in a drawer in there. 

Spiderman noticed me in there and obviously thought that I looked upset. Maybe it was the way I was sitting on the edge of the bed? He came into the bedroom and cuddled me. Then he said, "Mummy and Daddy can get you some Spiderman clothes."

What a lovely little chap is Spiderman!* I think I'll buy him a present today (and something for his brother).

I practised my guitar for an hour this morning. I will get onto some violin practice this afternoon. I did practise all three instruments yesterday. 

Peter is still in Aussie and talking with an Aussie lisp. If he mentions 'sex', He's just talking about the number between five and seven.  So don't get alarmed.

Robert will be at work and probably singing hymns as he works.

"The lord is my shepherd, 

No want shall I know.

I feed in green pastures and

He'll probably eat me in the end."

Okay, I'm off because I have things to do.

Ciao tutti.

* Aka Harrison.

The state of the blogs.

Good morning.

It is true that blogger Peter has never been known for his proofreading skills but, since visiting Aussie, his grammar skills are suffering too. On a comment on one of Robert's recent posts he wrote, "That’d have fixed him." Wow! That must be an Aussie saying! Then, on a comment on this blog, he talks about Mr. Linford in the plural! He probably won't get a chance to check out Heaven but, if he did, he would find that there is only one Mr. Linford. Believe me, that is more than enough! 

Robert's blog is back under a new silly name. 'Walk with me Rob'. Holy shit! Yes, and he is writing holy shit too!  

"In the Gospel reading today Jesus reminds us to be merciful. The parable goes ...King Peter was 3000 km away and asked RBB to pay his debt. RBB pleaded saying he had no money so King Peter forgave him and cancelled it. Then RBB messaged Robert demanding he pay back some money Robert still owed him from a poker game when they were younger. King Peter was very angry when he heard and sent RBB a message on his blog to pay back all the money he owed him afterall." 

Where did all that shit come from? He finishes this post with, ""The greatest investment you can make is in yourself"." It looks like a quote. What is going on in Robert's mind. God only knows!

I did two and a half hours of practice yesterday - 2 hours on the violin and half an hour on the guitar. I guess I'll try to get a bit of double bass practice done this morning. I won't tell you what I practised because I suspect that no one will be interested. It WAS good practice though.

Well, that's it from me for this morning. I've got to get my car in for a service and a warrant check. 

Sospetto che i tempi della buona grammatica siano ormai definitivamente tramontati.

Ciao.

Just a quick new post to keep things moving along.

 Well, as you know, Rob's blog is all shut up and Peter is in Aussie. That just leaves me here.

I did three hours of guitar practice yesterday. I've already done 1/2 an hour this morning and will add to that. I'll also do some violin practice.

I'm off to the 'old time' and 'bluegrass' jam this afternoon and I'm taking both violin and guitar. I need to give them both a chance to play. It's important to get out and have a play.

Well, I'd better get that violin out and give it a good warm up.

Sorry, but it's just a short little post this morning.

Ciao.

What's on in Darwin?

 Hi.

One of our bloggers (Peter) is presently in Aussie and is having trouble posting pictures of his situation. He asked me to help. Here we go.

Darwin.

Charles Darwin.

Japanese bombing raids.

Cyclone Tracey and the evacuation.

A random and funny photo of Robert.

Throw in a photo of yourself (me).

Okay Peter, no need for thanks.

 Our other blogger, Robert, has closed down his blog again, so I have decided to delete the link to his site from my blog. 

Arrivederci Robert.

Ciao tutti.

What's happening around the blogs?

 NOTHING.

Let me elaborate.

Look at my blog page. Up in the right hand corner you'll see a title with two entries below it.

A cough in the distance. 

Do you get it? Think "Far cough."

Under this title are links that will take you to the other two bloggers from around here.

Non lo so - this will take you to Robert's blog that keeps changing its name and closing down. It is presently called "Wholly Holy Love" and is closed down.

The Curmudgeon is Peter's main blog. He has other blogs for all sorts of Curmudgeons, but they don't feature much. 

Peter is presently in Australia and plans to do some hiking and some train riding. He probably won't have time to write a blog post until he returns to Thorndon. Even then I can't promise you that he'll write one in the first week or so. That's his style.

As I said, Robert's blog is all shut up. I should really delete my link to it, but I'll leave it for now.

If you look at my last post, you will see that it presently has 43 comments. I've been a bit unwell lately and where the computer resides is in a very cold room, so I have preferred to write things from my phone in a warm room. So, there are a couple of 'comment posts' among those comments, as well as some very good jokes.

Although I have not been that well, I have kept my practice up to date.

The present amount of concentrated practice (and I will add more today) is:

Violin 160 hours + double bass 31 hours + guitar 29 1/2 hours = 220 1/2 hours. 

That's after 217 1/2 days.

That's it for today, I still have practice to do before picking up my little pal from childcare.

Remember: In Spagna la pioggia cade soprattutto in pianura.

Ciao.

Steve is a brikehead.

 

In the 1970s Peter, Robert and I (your three bloggers) worked for a liquor firm called Murray Roberts. Murray Roberts was attached to another firm called Levin and Co. Murray Roberts generally sold booze to individual customers and organisations like clubs. Levin and Co sold to pubs and other companies. The two firms worked side by side and all the employees knew each other. One Levin and Co employee was a truck driver named Steve. He certainly wasn't a genius, but he was a nice enough fellow. Sometimes 'humerous' statements were found written on the walls in the back storerooms. A very noticeable one appeared one day. It was written in big letters and said, "Steve is a brikehead."

Okay, there is a moral behind this. A moral that's probably better than Robert will hear in mass today. The guy who chose to insult Steve's intelligence could not spell 'brick head'.  This actually tells us more about the composer than the victim. 

The moral: 

Be careful when you set out to insult someone, unless it is Mr. Linford.

Yesterday I did 1 1/2 hours of violin practice. Not too bad. I've been working quite a bit on playing scales all over the violin lately. Those scales can make you feel comfortable all over the violin.

"We've come for the table."

Well, I'll leave you there for this morning.

Tieni i mattoni lontani dalla testa.

Ciao.

New shoes? You choose.

 

No.

Definitely not!

Absolutely no way!

Yes please!

My old friend (and he is older than me) Peter popped around today. As well as giving us (Shelley and I) a really wonderful set of place mats, he also gave me a pair of rather expensive shoes that didn't fit him properly. What a very kind thing to do! Thanks so much, Peter. I wore them today and they are very comfortable. You and Lynn are very kind! Huge thanks!

I got an hour's practice done on the violin today, but it was quite a busy day. My baby (the younger of our two children) turned 40 today. He now has two babies of his own - Harrison 3 years and 4 months and Henry 1 year and 3 1/2 months. Grandkids are a lot of fun, though they do tire you out at times. Well worth it though. 

Well, I'll leave it there for tonight. Huge thanks to Peter and Lynn for their generosity.

Ciao tutti.

Four instruments that I practise.

 

The Gloria (left) and the Bob, my two double basses that are named after my parents. I've had the Bob for a very long time and have played some pretty high pressure gigs on it. Like my dad, it's a real workhorse that came from simple beginnings. It's what is known as a plywood bass, but it plays very well. I bought the Gloria a little less than 20 years ago (2009?), about a year after my mother had died. It's a mighty fine bass. Both basses are great to play and are well set up with great strings. I've basically been playing the Gloria lately but have made a decision to play the Bob more often. It's a great way to keep my parents' memory alive.

Okay, I thought that, since both of my basses have family names, I should name the other two instruments that I practise regularly after my two children and my wife. Hey, it's a good thing that I'm not practising the trumpet anymore because it begs to be named after the first five letters of it's own name! If you look at the picture of my guitar, it is obvious that it has to be named after my son (George). That leaves the violin. This is the instrument that I am presently practising by far the most. So it could be named after two people. Look at the 'f' holes. They could actually be 'S' holes, so I've decided to name my violin after my daughter and my wife. Well, remember that there are two 'S' holes. Say hello to Stephanie Shelley.

The return of the post.

 

Yes, that certainly is an old blogging joke! 

It's a wet Saturday morning here in the Nui. Blogger Peter McDonald Trump often refers to me as an old man and, the way I've been feeling lately, I think I have to accept that title. My three year old grandson likes to be carried but I'm finding that really knocks the wind out of me. Somehow I need to persuade him to walk more. I read that Peter MT is not impressed by my 208 hours of practice so far this year.

Actually, it's how and what you practise that is the important thing. I don't really care what other people think of my practice hours and method because it is working well for me. I just need to try and do more double bass practice. I'm doing quite a bit of work on the guitar, but the violin MUST come first.

I do usually read Rob's blog, though I must admit that the majority of what he writes doesn't make much sense to me. Also, his grammar takes some interesting turns. It seems that another Jesus (Jesus son of Eleazar, son of Sirach) has shown up. I assume that one of those two people is his mother. I guess that Rob will have more praying to do and will perhaps have to add to his rosary time.

My son turns 40 next Friday. Where has all that time gone? He's a great dad - both of his sons adore him. I guess we'll have a small celebration. 

Peter MT is off to Aussie next month. He is doing lots of walking practice. Good on him. My daughter is in Melbourne and really likes the place. Maybe I'll have to visit her sometime in the future?

Shelley is on the mend. You probably read the comment where I mentioned that she spent a couple of nights in hospital. She has had some bug and has quite a bad chest. I must have got a bit of her bug too because my chest hasn't been good. Still, we soldier on. 

I might have something to eat soon.

You're supposed to eat something before taking one of the pills I take. The downside is that eating too early can (and often does) send me to the bathroom. Ah, I wish I was as young as Peter MT!

A photo of Peter MT from a few weeks ago.

Well, that will have to do for this morning. I'll try to do a bit of double bass practice before I return to the violin.

Ciao tutti.

The three instruments that I practise.

 

Violin, double bass and guitar.

Day 200 of 2026 today. 203 hours so far this year.

The taste of success.

 Okay, I might not be going to Heaven, to spend eternity with Robert and Mr. Linford, but I have just received an award.

I suspect that it might be from McDonald Trump himself because it has American spelling on it. I can see that The Curmudgeon is mentioned on the certificate, AND The Music Curmudgeon! 

"HAS COMPLETED MUSIC PRACTICE WITH FLYING COLORS!" I think that 'FLYING COLORS' is referring to my study of m7b5, 7b9 and m6 chords. These are indeed colourful (sorry, English spelling) chords! 

It is fitting that today is day 200 of 2026 and, before doing today's practice, I am sitting on 202 hours of practice! That has got to be better than regularly going to mass and saying the rosary!

Robert at confession this week. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. Both my cello and violin practice have been very erratic. I'm too embarrassed to tell you how much concentrated practice I have done. Needless to say, not much. Should I offer my place in Heaven to my brother Richard?"

* * *

Well, what more can I say? I'm going to be celebrating today. Pies for lunch, I think. I'm also wearing my favourite (sorry, English spelling again) slippers. 

Ciao tutti e fai la tua pratica!

Chi va piano va sano e va lontano.

 Day 199 of 2026.

"He who goes slowly goes healthy and goes a long way."

This is an old Italian saying. Rob seems to have got confused by it and left a comment asking if it came from the Bible (or something to that effect). No, it's just an old Italian saying, the part, "e arriva in ritardo" was added by someone as a joke. "And arrives late." Bloody Catholics! Imagine Rob at confession. "Bless me Father for I have sinned. I also have no sense of humour."

Well, I'm up and have delivered my elderly neighbour's paper. I'll hopefully get some music practice done this morning. I'm enjoying playing my guitar. I'm working on four tunes - Autumn Leaves, Manha De Carnival, Sweet Georgia Brown and Nature Boy. I have been working out nice chord voicings for chords like Bm7b5 and E7b9. It is interesting that Bm7b5 contains the same notes as Dm6 (B D F A / D F A B) and E7b9 contains a diminished chord with its E root (G# B D F). I knew my fellow bloggers would find that interesting.

Well, that's it from me.

Vai a leggere merda nella Bibbia.

Ciao.

Today is day number 198 of 2026 and...

I have just completed 200 hours of music practice!

148 1/2 hours of violin.

29 1/2 hours of double bass.

22 hours of guitar. 

These are concentrated hours of serious practice. They don't include gigs, band rehearsals or jams.

200 hours.

You'll notice that the violin gets priority.

I keep the double bass going for old time's sake and the guitar is a bit of a hobby.

The violin gets priority treatment.

I had my first violin lesson in 1961 when I was eight years old. My mother bought two violins at a local school fair. She brought them home and asked her three sons (the younger two were still a way off being born) who would like to learn to play them. My younger brother and I were quick to put our hands up. We attended lessons with a Catholic nun named Sister Joachim. I think she was a good teacher. I stayed with her until I attended Victoria University and studied with a guy named Gavin Saunders. I didn't do much practice because I spent more time trying to get a girlfriend. I did scrape through level one but then turned to musical composition as my major. I did gain a B.Mus(hons) degree. I failed at getting girlfriends.

I got into playing the bass guitar and, a short time after, started studying the double bass. A bit earlier, around when I was fourteen, I had started fooling around on the guitar. 

The bass guitar and double bass became my main instruments for most of my life. 

In 2012 I started practising the violin again.

At present I teach violin (and a bit of double bass and viola) at two secondary schools, but my main efforts go into picking up my elder grandson, feeding my younger grandson and music practice. In the practice department the violin comes first. In the greater scheme of things my grandsons (and my wife and children) come first. 

Well, there you have it.

At some point I hope to get out and play my 30 tune solo violin repertoire. 

I guess we'll have to see how that unfolds.

Ah well, chi va piano va sano e va lontano, e arriva in ritardo.

Ciao.

When's Wednesday?

 It's today!

AKA Badgrammarday.
Actually, the opening of the speech marks
just got cut off at the top of the picture.

Peter will be busy trying to get rid of his plates and stuff.

Robert offered to take them. Robert who said, in his latest post, "I wonder if blogging has run its course." Well, not if you're trying to scrounge cups and plates, Rob.

Today, Wednesday, the day when my younger grandson has been around for 15 months, is day number 196 of 2026. 

At present my practice stands as:

Double Bass 29 hours.

Guitar 20 1/2 hours.

Violin 146 1/2 hours.

Total = 196 hours.

Not a bad effort.

Better than trying to sell old crockery. 

I'll get into some violin practice soon. I might take the time to play through my entire repertoire from memory, That should take about 2 1/2 hours. I'll have to get onto it soon. The double bass comes next, but maybe tomorrow. 

I'll see Henry this afternoon, after picking up his elder brother from childcare. For those who don't know, Henry is the guy who is 15 months old today. 

Well, that's it from me for this Wednesday.

Ciao tutti.

Sabato.

Oggi, poco dopo le cinque, guarderò la partita della nazionale italiana di rugby contro gli All Blacks.

In the style of 'third person' Rob I got rid of my four very short blog posts. I'll leave that style of blog writing to Peter. Talking of Rob, his blog posts have disappeared again. No big surprise there.

Peter's latest blogging attempts seem to be all about his bloody computer. Boring. Though The Whine Guy did go on about how wine is packaged. I had to speed read that one!

Shelley and I have had a long period of not feeling very well. Fortunately, though, our computer seems to be working okay. I have kept my practice up through this time, doing an hour of violin practice every day. Unfortunately the guitar and double bass have been missing out. I'll get them back up to speed when my energy levels rise. 

I've been working on memorisation. I've also been working on the four dominant 7th scale fingerings. For those who haven't been paying enough attention to what I've written in previous posts, let me regurgitate. There are four possible ways to finger a major scale on the violin. Each major scale (there are 12 different keys) contains seven modes. These are called Ionian (another name for the major scale), Dorian, Phrygian, Lydian, Mixolydian, Aeolian and Locrian. These modes all contain the notes in the major scale but starting on a different note. For example, the Dorian mode in C major is D E F G A B C D. All these modes are very useful in Jazz, but the 'main' three are the Ionian (major), Dorian (minor with a #6) and the Mixolydian (also known as the dominant 7th). 

Because these modes are all derived from the major scale, they will derive four fingerings from the major scale. They just start in different places. These 'main' three scales form a progression known as the II - V - I (or II - V7 - I). There is also a minor version of this progression but we won't go into that today. 

Anyway, I'm working through the four Mixolydian forms and the four Dorian forms. 

There you go.

That's all I have to tell you for today. 

Stay warm and enjoy the rugby. 

Go the All Blacks!

I forget. I remember. Final.

 Wednesday 8th of July.

Feast of Saint Duncan of Taihape. "Every good boy deserves fruit? Most would probably prefer an ice cream or even a glass of wine."

I see that Robert is now into Acrostic Mnemonics. I blame Sister Joachim for that.

"Chris Can't Eat Eggs
Alan Ate Dead Dogs
Everyone Eats Ants Already
Dead Dogs Dread God"

Wouldn't he be better off just learning the chords to All Of Me?

Cmaj7    E7    A7    Dm7    || E7    Am7    D7    Dm7 G7    || etc.

Notice how these chords are either major 7, dominant 7 or minor 7. To know this is very important when improvising over the chords. I don't see how Chris not being able to eat eggs is really going to help here. No, better just to memorise the chords. It probably wouldn't take much longer than learning those silly words.

Anyway, moving on.

Still no new post from Peter. That's nothing this week. What is he doing on these incredibly wet days that takes up all of his time?

I know he's not practising the violin NOR the bagpipes. He certainly won't be worrying about Acrostic Mnemonics. Okay, I know, I know, he did have to drive Lynn to work but that would only take about half an hour, at most. Come on Peter! Get your A into G!

I might as well leave it there for today. I've started making preparations for going to Hell. I won't be packing warm clothes. A pair of togs might be handy. I'll take my water bottle too.

Ciao tutti.