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Dec. 6th, 2006
It was a beautiful morning; I decided I should get some exercise whilst the weather held: and so I walked to Leith for my lunch.
It was very good to stretch my legs - literally: I haven't been out much over the past couple of days. The sky was a deep blue, the winter sun bright if not warm. Winter is definitely here (although as someone pointed out, it is the solstice in a couple of weeks, and then the days will grow longer; although there is a while to go to the summer light).
A ham sandwich and chips - the chips being cooked in cocaine-oil, I am sure: they are clearly addictive. No whisky: it would be too, too easy to sit and while away the whole afternoon; easy, but dangerous, I am sure. Some other time. I resisted the whisky and amoretti trifle, too. It sounds very good, though...
There is a large Christmas tree in the south west corner of the large room - rising perhaps a foot below the high ceiling. They must have had fun getting that in here. It is a beautiful tree - not to gaudy despite the coloured lights. It gives the room even more of a Victorian mood. (We are limited to a small tree at home, lest the cats go hunting baubles amongst the needles.)
It was very good to stretch my legs - literally: I haven't been out much over the past couple of days. The sky was a deep blue, the winter sun bright if not warm. Winter is definitely here (although as someone pointed out, it is the solstice in a couple of weeks, and then the days will grow longer; although there is a while to go to the summer light).
A ham sandwich and chips - the chips being cooked in cocaine-oil, I am sure: they are clearly addictive. No whisky: it would be too, too easy to sit and while away the whole afternoon; easy, but dangerous, I am sure. Some other time. I resisted the whisky and amoretti trifle, too. It sounds very good, though...
There is a large Christmas tree in the south west corner of the large room - rising perhaps a foot below the high ceiling. They must have had fun getting that in here. It is a beautiful tree - not to gaudy despite the coloured lights. It gives the room even more of a Victorian mood. (We are limited to a small tree at home, lest the cats go hunting baubles amongst the needles.)
It was a beautiful morning; I decided I should get some exercise whilst the weather held: and so I walked to Leith for my lunch.
It was very good to stretch my legs - literally: I haven't been out much over the past couple of days. The sky was a deep blue, the winter sun bright if not warm. Winter is definitely here (although as someone pointed out, it is the solstice in a couple of weeks, and then the days will grow longer; although there is a while to go to the summer light).
A ham sandwich and chips - the chips being cooked in cocaine-oil, I am sure: they are clearly addictive. No whisky: it would be too, too easy to sit and while away the whole afternoon; easy, but dangerous, I am sure. Some other time. I resisted the whisky and amoretti trifle, too. It sounds very good, though...
There is a large Christmas tree in the south west corner of the large room - rising perhaps a foot below the high ceiling. They must have had fun getting that in here. It is a beautiful tree - not to gaudy despite the coloured lights. It gives the room even more of a Victorian mood. (We are limited to a small tree at home, lest the cats go hunting baubles amongst the needles.)
It was very good to stretch my legs - literally: I haven't been out much over the past couple of days. The sky was a deep blue, the winter sun bright if not warm. Winter is definitely here (although as someone pointed out, it is the solstice in a couple of weeks, and then the days will grow longer; although there is a while to go to the summer light).
A ham sandwich and chips - the chips being cooked in cocaine-oil, I am sure: they are clearly addictive. No whisky: it would be too, too easy to sit and while away the whole afternoon; easy, but dangerous, I am sure. Some other time. I resisted the whisky and amoretti trifle, too. It sounds very good, though...
There is a large Christmas tree in the south west corner of the large room - rising perhaps a foot below the high ceiling. They must have had fun getting that in here. It is a beautiful tree - not to gaudy despite the coloured lights. It gives the room even more of a Victorian mood. (We are limited to a small tree at home, lest the cats go hunting baubles amongst the needles.)
Tommy Smith & SNJO play Dizzy Gillespie
Dec. 6th, 2006 03:14 pmThe Scottish National Jazz Orchestra played a concert dedicated to the music of Dizzy Gillespie the other week. It was fiery stuff - hearing the big band run through the bebop charts was impressive.
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Tommy Smith & SNJO play Dizzy Gillespie
Dec. 6th, 2006 03:14 pmThe Scottish National Jazz Orchestra played a concert dedicated to the music of Dizzy Gillespie the other week. It was fiery stuff - hearing the big band run through the bebop charts was impressive.
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Ease of Recognition
Dec. 6th, 2006 03:23 pmThe other day, I switched on the radio, and heard maybe two chords of a guitar-based tune. I turned to my wife and said, “George Thorogood”. Two chords – two beats; and I was right.
This freaked me out a bit; I can’t think when I last heard a record by George Thorogood. I saw them play a couple of times – the Music Machine, I think it was (later, it became the Camden Palace; no idea what it is called now) – but that was thirty years ago.
I have no idea why I recognised his playing. It must have been something in the way he played the chords – the distortion, the timbre of his playing. It was weird.
There are some songs and players I recognise easily: for instance, two drum beats from Springsteen’s Streets Of Philadelphia and I know it (and that is definitely not a favourite tune or anything).
Tunes I know well, I usually recognise quickly.
But I find it strange that I can identify musicians that I haven’t listened to for decades.
This freaked me out a bit; I can’t think when I last heard a record by George Thorogood. I saw them play a couple of times – the Music Machine, I think it was (later, it became the Camden Palace; no idea what it is called now) – but that was thirty years ago.
I have no idea why I recognised his playing. It must have been something in the way he played the chords – the distortion, the timbre of his playing. It was weird.
There are some songs and players I recognise easily: for instance, two drum beats from Springsteen’s Streets Of Philadelphia and I know it (and that is definitely not a favourite tune or anything).
Tunes I know well, I usually recognise quickly.
But I find it strange that I can identify musicians that I haven’t listened to for decades.
Ease of Recognition
Dec. 6th, 2006 03:23 pmThe other day, I switched on the radio, and heard maybe two chords of a guitar-based tune. I turned to my wife and said, “George Thorogood”. Two chords – two beats; and I was right.
This freaked me out a bit; I can’t think when I last heard a record by George Thorogood. I saw them play a couple of times – the Music Machine, I think it was (later, it became the Camden Palace; no idea what it is called now) – but that was thirty years ago.
I have no idea why I recognised his playing. It must have been something in the way he played the chords – the distortion, the timbre of his playing. It was weird.
There are some songs and players I recognise easily: for instance, two drum beats from Springsteen’s Streets Of Philadelphia and I know it (and that is definitely not a favourite tune or anything).
Tunes I know well, I usually recognise quickly.
But I find it strange that I can identify musicians that I haven’t listened to for decades.
This freaked me out a bit; I can’t think when I last heard a record by George Thorogood. I saw them play a couple of times – the Music Machine, I think it was (later, it became the Camden Palace; no idea what it is called now) – but that was thirty years ago.
I have no idea why I recognised his playing. It must have been something in the way he played the chords – the distortion, the timbre of his playing. It was weird.
There are some songs and players I recognise easily: for instance, two drum beats from Springsteen’s Streets Of Philadelphia and I know it (and that is definitely not a favourite tune or anything).
Tunes I know well, I usually recognise quickly.
But I find it strange that I can identify musicians that I haven’t listened to for decades.