Number two is that on Sunday, my wife and I will be going to church. An octogenarian campanologist celestial missive bearing Nortonian (how very Leonard Sachs) managed to swing it for my manager. Oh! The raprurous resonance of treble and bass pipes firing at full blow through a church dating back to the time of Henry II
But all possible credit to her for getting the best out of this wonderful instrument today - and having the confidence to play it in front of a Sunday congregation and in addition, read all that stupid notational Kryptonite gobbledigook that enables her to do so.
No, I didn't even have a chance to see her. She was too busy with other things you know.Gill the Piano wrote:STOPPIT.dave brum wrote: stupid notational Kryptonite gobbledigook.
Did she let you have a little go at the keyboard later on?
That's fannybumming around. Church musicians would never allow a stranger to do that upon the instruments they are proud custodians thereof, let alone someone with the music reading skills as myself. Mabel and Tracey certainly would not - fannybummery is verboten here.Gill the Piano wrote:Just press down a few notes and keep dragging stops in and out to see what happens - you don't need to PLAY it, just make a racket!
That would be another trip to Marlow
I do; I let a kid have a bash on Sunday. It's how we indoctrinate future organists, planting the seeds of fanaticism. I could the the maniacal gleam in her eye as she turned to her dad and said 'Awesome!'dave brum wrote:Gill the Piano wrote: Church musicians would never allow a stranger to do that upon the instruments they are proud custodians thereof
Another one bites the dust... worth a few cats' bums mouths to snare another organist...
The best course of action one can take otherwise would be to play something on a piano at a Church event in the presence of churchwardens and, of course, Tracey. In other words to publicise ones talents in a subtle way and an aural way as well (that's aural not oral). Then await the interest that will be shown.
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Seriously though, I like to take my trolley around the store with a copy of the Morning Star on full show just to annoy the other people with Telegraphs and Mails on show!!!!
Good old Waitrose!!!
Have you seen the thing called 'Overheard In Waitrose'? Some of them are hilarious.
And plenty of middle class dilemmas for people who have so much money they don't know exactly what to do with it. Wonder if, in the interests of political correctness, there's an Overheard in B&M Bargains too?
The United States of America has more than a lot to answer for.
And this wasn't on my home piano, it was on the public 'play me' piano in the Bullring this morning! So it did make me happy that I could actually play it without difficulty!!
It is something I can and will try to build upon. The realisation is that if you cannot play piano somebody else's conventional old way, then devise your own way that bypasses all of your worst fears.
I need a guinea pig to test it out on, asked at work - but, do you know what? Their entire knowledge of music begins and ends with the pop charts. I was amazed and quite shocked that one colleague, who was born in 1980, had not even heard of John Lennon or the Beatles.
But I had never heard of 'Bruno Marse' until she told me about him/her.
Mike Oldfield is a bl00dy genius!
I agree with you Gill about never being too old to learn to play the handbells.
Then in work it made me even happier to see my friend Hassan back, who has had 6 weeks off after being racially attacked by six thugs in Birmingham city centre and needing 15 stitches in his face. He gave me a huge hug as I sent him a goodwill message.
It would have been good to put the piano in the lounge, open the key cover, put some antiquarian Edition Peters Lizst on the music stand and make visitors to this house see that we have a bit of class!!!