As well as all this playing I got to see the exquisite Sarah Maclachlan in Bristol on Wednesday night. A belated birthday present from a friend, this turned out to be one of the best concerts of the year, if not the last few years. A delight of styles and every note sung from the heart. She kept singing in ways that made you believe she was going to lose her way, only to be rewarded with astonishing, boundary breaking acts of vocal magnificence. As you can imagine, I had a great time.
And if all this wasn't enough, on the way home from Friday's rehearsal I tuned in to Radio 3, hoping to hear Mixing It, but too late. Instead I heard Jazz on 3 presenting Chick Corea live from earlier in the year. Red hot music played by people obviously having a great time. I can identify with that.
Keep in mind that almost the entire band was there (Richard the drummer back from a tour in America to be the best man) and that usually, when we all attend weddings, it's as a band. When I arrived I felt as though I had left something behind. No bass, no amplifiers, no bulging bag of leads. It was all very strange.
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We have a fairly regular visitor to the house. Several evenings a week a black and white cat will drop by, eat our cat’s food and bolt for the kitchen cat flap as soon as we spot it.
Last night I was sitting on the floor of the front room watching a tense, if badly scripted episode of ‘Spooks.’ I looked to my left and noticed black and white cat chowing down. I decided to chase the little beast out. It, being a cat, moved faster and shot back to the kitchen. Unfortunately it had forgotten the heavy curtain, covering the cat flap (which it must have eased past on its way in). I arrived to see it hit the curtain head on, spin around, run up the curtain and then throw itself behind the fridge, knocking everything from the top and even switching the kitchen light off in the process.
Not wanting to share a room with a manic cat I shut the door and slipped out of the house to free it from the outside. Standing in the outhouse, in the pitch black of night I edged cautiously to the door. I stopped and could hear, no, feel a loud purring. I went cold (partly because it was freezing out there) my imagination conjuring pictures of a curled, mad cat, ready to pounce. Possibly ready to scratch me to shreds while escaping. It was the devil cat and I just wanted to let the damn thing go.
I stopped breathing and tried to concentrate on exactly where the purring was coming from.
It was coming from the street. It was a bus.
When I got back inside the cat was nowhere to be found. Maybe it’s in the fridge.
If you look closely you'll notice it says "Up on top of the ill" since the 'H' has disappeared in a dusting frenzy.
... and happy birthday Mr Lennon - wherever you are.
Current listening: Out on the weekend - Neil Young
The wind blew and the rain threatened but we plodded up to the top, greeting everyone, or being greeted with a cheery 'good morning.'
Once we were up there we got out our folding chairs and tucked into coffee and pastries.
One couple, looking about as uptight as you can get without being called 'Mr & Mrs Uptight' looked at us as if we had escaped from the zoo and hurried past.
A truly wonderful way to start the day.
Current listening: The last Dance of Mr. X - Andy Summers
I must be getting old.
Current listening: Les Espaces du Sommeil - Messian's Turangalila-Symphony.