Did he stay or did he go?

 The greater RBB family started a chat site that looked promising, but I pulled out this morning.

Why?

Because Robert started posting at 6.30am and my phone kept going B D# B A# F# - that's what android phones do when you get a message.

Okay, I'm not the world's best whistler.

I decided that sleeping was more important than belonging to the chat room.

Peter has disappeared.

This is the past post that he wrote...

...and he hasn't left any comments on other blogs.

Maybe he has moved to his sister's batch where there is no reception for blogging? He doesn't want to dirty the house before Lynn gets home.

And, talking about chickens, Robert is frequenting another church (it might be Presbyterian) because two old guys have been bothering him.

guy 1                         guy 2

I went for an eye exam this morning. I've got to go back on Thursday to get one checked for something called 'dilation'. While I was waiting, I noticed this sign.

Whatever they were giving away had been very popular.

I guess I'll never know what advice was given.

It is very unusual for Peter not to comment or post. Less unusual for Robert.

Let's see what eventuates.

The Testore Trio and a tap for Peter.

 

For Peter.

And now, the video...

Notice the reference to The Wheels on the Bus at the end.

The Immigrants - tap on the name.

Metro Gnome vs Metronome.

 Poor old TC got himself a bit confused on my last post. He left a comment that seemed to get his old mind trapped into a certain line of thought.

He was referring to this video.

The guitarist and the bassist are tapping their feet (one foot each), but the violinist (me) is not.

Now it pays to be careful when talking to old people, so let me make it clear that we are not talking about one of these.

What he is referring to is two musicians in the video moving a foot up and down. I told him that my time keeping was internal and he got upset. You can read his other comments on my last post.

Okay, I'll try to explain something to the old chap (he's quite a bit older than me).

This is a metronome.

TC, please don't confuse it with a gnome who lives in the city - a metro gnome.

"I'll meet you down at Joe's cafe."

Musicians, well serious musicians, practise playing good time by playing along with a metronome. After a while they internalize different time feels and moving one's foot becomes optional.

TC might be better to research topics like this, rather than fighting with other men at tennis.

Mike, who gets his rackets muddled up.

Roger, who has a different taste in music.

I hope that helps TC. Probably a good idea to go easy on the Cleanskins too. Keep it to two glasses when you are posting.

Ciao.

At Tawa Library.

 Here are a couple of short clips...

My intro to 'The Immigrants'.

And a short bit of Sweet Georgia Brown.

Here are some photos...

Daryl

George

The Testore Trio in action...

Today's Gig.

 

Tawa Library 11am.

It's quite a long gig - we play for half an hour. (I was joking about it being a long gig.) We'll be playing some jazz standards with violin, guitar and six string electric bass. I'm thinking of throwing in 'The Wheels on the Bus' and sort of blending into 'Billie's Bounce'. If my grandson is there, he'll enjoy that one. I'm on the left in the photo. The other two people are George (centre) and Daryl (on the right). We all have the same surname.*

I'll put on some nice tidy clothes for the gig. Please note, Peter, that shorts and a t-shirt wouldn't really be appropriate. 

I also won't be wearing fake hair.

This wouldn't be appropriate either.

No siree, it'll be tidy, sensible clothing today.

Thanks for reading.

* I don't mean 'of Richard's Bass Bag'.

I tracked down Roger's blog! Here's his latest post. I thought you'd all be interested. Remember that there can be two sides to a story.

Hey, there are hairdressers
around here. Why not use one of them?

That idiot Peter turned up to tennis again today (I wasn't there on Tuesday).
He seemed in a snot and ignored me.

He seemed to spend his time watching me. I smiled to myself the way that my 'friend' Paul does.

What is it with people and things whose names start with a 'P'? Peter, Penis, Puke, Paul.

I got out of my ute and could feel his eyes on me, so I played some music from my car. It was easy to sense him feeling superior, like he listens to Haydn, a guy who sounded like all the other composers of his time and used pretty conventional harmonies.

I didn't argue with him - I just ignored him.
After tennis some of us went to the local cafe. Peter didn't come. He probably went home to listen to superior music like Abba or Webern. One of the tennis members made some comments that weren't well thought out. She said that it was hard to play up high on the violin. Then she was rude about Taylor Swift. I had her on about both statements, but she wasn't a listener, so I went out to my ute and turned the music volume up, just to piss her off. I bet she went home and got on the phone to Peter.

I bet Peter will have written a blog post about this. I don't know why, but I keep wanting to call him Wayne.

What rate should Tent Horn be paid if he takes up cleaning?

 

Well, we know he'd do a quick job. Babble, babble, you can't get a word in, babble.

What sort of music would he ask the man of the house to put on?

Maybe that music that Roger plays?

Roger

Before Peter chirps in, let's be fair to Roger - he has never had an abortion, and I bet he has never played Gregorian Chant. Talk about complicated music - Gregorian Chant doesn't have any chords and usually only uses the notes from one mode, often the Dorian mode.

While we're on the topic of Gregorian Chant, I played a jazz gig on Wednesday evening at the Realm in Hataitai - this gig, that features different jazz musicians, has been running for 19 years.

The gig went really well.

The three other guys in the band have Maori heritage and we played some Maori tunes that Poropiti (the sax player in the above picture) had written. These went down very well with the audience.

I played a violin feature.

That seemed to go down well too. There wasn't a big crowd, but they seemed enthusiastic.

Outside it was pissing down and I had to lug my gear quite a way as car parks were scarce. I didn't come across any cleaners, so I couldn't ask them what they were getting paid. No one was playing music from their car either. I surmised that Roger was not in the area. Admittedly I didn't check the Hataitai tennis courts.

I don't know what freelance cleaners charge in Nuova Lazio. Robert might know.