On the subject of music I’ve been dropping major hints that I’d like a banjo for Christmas, y’know, saying things like ‘Get me a banjo for Christmas. Over on Garen’s blog you might hear him talk about his banjo and I’m sure I downloaded some of his banjo playing, which sounded really good. As well as Garen there’s a link to Joel Stewart’s blog (Joel Stewart illustrates children’s books, his latest book, Me and My Mammoth,is excellent and all his books are well worth a look - I’m looking forward to the novel he talks about working on in his blog) who also happens to play the banjo. It’s not just Garen and Joel, I’ve always been slightly mesmorised by the banjo since Steve Martin played his during one of his old stand up performances. It’s been a while since I tried my hand at a musical instrument (mainly because I’m rubbish), so, a banjo, why not?
Oh yeah, I finished Secret of the Crocodiles (doesn't that sound like a TinTin adventure?) and quite enjoyed it. It felt like the set up for more books rather than being a story in it's own right but it was still nicely written.
Okay, no more posting for a bit, it's a nice bright blustery (I love that word, makes me think of Winnie The Pooh) day and we're off to get a cooked breakfast at The Whale Tail, Lancaster's very fine vegetarian cafe, and then have a walk round the park.
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I'll stick with my guitar, which I doubt I will ever be able to play...
Ironic name for a regetarian café... or is ironic not the correct term?
I meant vegetarian... hmm...
Ugh banjo. I don't think they ever sound good, and I say this as an authority being born in Nashville, Tennessee. I hear banjo when I think of toothlessness, tube-tops on fat chicks, inbreeding...
About your post the psychological and the physical, strange how they are so both intertwined. A cold brought on depression or did the depression bring on the cold? Hard to know. Happier people live longer though.
Loved your post that ended with "It's going to be a great day". It resonated somewhere warm and fuzzy. (get your mind out of the gutter).
Yes but depressed people are happy that their lives are shorter.
Ah, banjos... I'd love to play one, but there's a world of instruments I'd love to play - that, the cello, the ukelele, the mandolin, but most of all, the singing saw... that would be ace...
I wonder what a banjo would sound like electrified and put through an enormous Marshall stack... Like an explosion in a tin can factory, I expect...
Incidentally, Nimiwey, toothlessness, tube-tops on fat chicks and inbreeding sounds a lot like of folk from my home town...
If the folk are a bit mucky it could be my home town (ok, village) too.
I think the cold/depression thing was not a case of one leading to the other, more like mistaking the symptoms of one for the other.
Glad to make you warm and fussy Nimiwey, it was a warm and fuzzy sort of day. The torte was lovely too, as was the stilton and walnut tart that I ate before it to justify having afters.
Dunno, seen a couple for £100 at the local music shop, no idea if that's good or bad. Does mean I wouldn't be getting much more for Christmas.
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