Happy Christmas, absolutely no carols on the piano this year for the first time in ten years or so.
The older I get, the more unable I am to cope with Christmas pud.
And a happy Christmas to you, Gizzie!
I'm typing on my tablet and I know not how to copy and paste a link to I Believe In Father Christmas or even Karn Evil 9. But I've always regarded From the Beginning as Lakes' best work, or Trilogy with Carl Palmer and the late Keith Emerson.
Disgusting. We're raising a generation that is unable to spell bl00dy Keynsham.
When the tumble dryer goes, the next biggest piece of farage will be the piano. An endless problem... I need a garage for my, erm.....
Aah, Mccaskill. 'HA-LOOOOOOO', 'FAHAHAHEHRENHEIT' so reminds me of Renton in Trainspotting. Or does Renton remind me of Mccaskill?
From tomorrow, the mornings begin to get lighter as well as the afternoons. Sunrise (in Birmingham) today 0818, as it has been since 21st December. Tomorrow and for the rest of this week 0817. Sunday 0816. Spring is in sight.
I need sunshine and lightness, even snow makes me feel good as everything is white and bright!
Just suppose that the much clichéd song goes on and on and on....
On the thirteenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Thirteen bills to settle.....
Why don't they make the Pop master Quiz a television show?
Of course, there were more piano players around then!!!
https://www.gumtree.com/p/singing-class ... 1209134904
You get an even sun tan
on your back
and on your legs
and on your bum.
I CAN play the piano.
I CAN put a simple tune on paper into a piece of music.
I CANNOT do neither with confidence.
I have been made to discover my confidence inadequacies for myself. Mabel, Fanny etc. never once told me that I had a confidence issue, they allowed me to develop an almighty hangup about my playing that has snowballed and festered - until recent weeks.
I wish my piano was down in the lounge, in the warm rather than up in the cold cold.
He wrote about somewhere recently describing it as a place where George rather than Mildred would aspire to live!
Music for the elite.....or what?
Thank goodness we aren't like that at all.
Had a phone call a couple of hours ago, my friend and colleague Kayleigh at work is unwell and on sick leave for the foreseeable future, so I'm now on permanent earlies for the foreseeable future. Normally I wouldn't mind, but the dazzle of the sunlight and the brightness at 5.30am is too much for me to cope with at my age.
We need to start selling Peep Bo's and Pitty Sings as well as what use is one without the other two.
If you remember the old sitcom 'Fresh Fields', when Hester's amateur operatic group did the song Three Little Maids from School, and the rehearsal when husband William (played by Anton Rodgers) dressing up as a little maid, the piano rehearsal when they went through the song. One, two, three, Four Little Maids from school are we, pert as a schoolgirl well can be, etc.
If only they were around to do an operetta based on the almighty farce that is 'Brexit'....well, it would be interesting. The Fresh Fields episode is on YouTube and I watched it last night after piano practice. It really was a good decision that I emptied my bladder beforehand, the laughter that was produced!