sorry to change the subject, but i spent 3 hours at a party last night without wanting to crawl away and hide somewhere!
yay!

Morning everyone.  Just debating what to do today.  Have visiting child that has been here for a sleepover and they want to go to the local Club Day fair that's on the Green this afternoon.  Trouble is, it's something of a quagmire due to all the rain and it's actually raining at the moment.  Hey ho.  I think we'll start off going for lunch at a place where there's an adventure play area - we could stay there for a while and see how the weather progresses.  Might just be able to wear them out there.....?  Probably not though.    We may as well brave it later because they're packing up tonight and moving on.

Bluddy British weather!!!!! 

Well they'd be doing that on their own Ron!!!!

It's a funny thing but much as I love all kinds of music - and it's The Who today at Glastonbury! - outdoor festivals have never appealed to me, not even when I was young.  I've never liked the sound outdoors for one thing but the thought of squelching round knee deep in mud and camping out with hundreds of other people fills me with horror. 

I know, I know.....

(but I do have a life, honest!) 

I enjoyed a lunchtime drink in the local today. The backgound "music" was some unidentifiable Pop song (when is it not?).

I noticed at once the following wonderful aspects of Performance Practice...

a) the solo vocal line moved effortlesslessly in a scale of quarter-tones, and the performer managed actually to embellish the melody without "losing" the quarter-tone scale formation;

b) the quarter-tone scale was immaculately camouflaged within a continuous vibrato that completely filled in the gaps (indeed generously so);

c) the "accompaniment" (on something that was synthesized I suppose) held everything together superbly by providing a kind of primitive-functional-tonal-harmonic support; and

c) there were even some "lyrics" provided by the vocalist (obviously intended to satisfy the whim of a listener who, being of a linguistic analytic bent, might be able to discern [and even perhaps understand] them).

I just consumed my Guinness, totally oblivious to such science. I can only hope that the "effort" was worthwhile.

Baz

I thought I was PRAISING it!

B!

I don't often step over this threshold but I think it might be appropriate for once.

On Friday I was too exhausted even to have a grumpy old rant, what with all my stuff arriving from Berlin and not being able to get the mattress up the stairs (if anyone wants an Ikea 160x200cm wooden-framed spring mattress, it's leaning against the front of my house wrapped in polythene. What are you supposed to DO with such things?), and experiencing the reality of moving to a smaller abode with the same amount if stuff as before. And then missing Jonathan Powell's recital. Yesterday things began to look up, bought a new mattress and cooked a meal for the first time (now that the necessary utensils had arrived). Today though I've managed to clear enough space in the living room to set the stereo system up and I'm now having a listen and finding that it sounds much better than the living room in Berlin, which suffered from being relatively large and virtually empty and therefore prone to make everything sound boomy and out of focus.

Well it makes me happy anyway.

Now, can you say the same things in the style of Member Grew?

 Myscha! DFTT!

I am glad for your good musical overall experience on the weekend.
I wish you many more outings like that.