The trumpeter I shared a house with once used to practise with a mute in, inside the hot-airing cupboard.
This fella is pretty good, so it’s not how he plays that is bothering me but the overlay of sax on whatever I might have chosen to listen to.
Never heard a note out of him before 'lockdown ’ and wonder where he used to play.
I do love jazz, but feel that a lot of it can be self indulgent.
Come to that, I can’t be doing with a lot of sitar music - the open-ended Raga, fer instance…
Plans self-indulgent rocking in corner when booze has been purchased…
Carinthia.xx
Jazz up to the war was music for people to dance to.
Afterwards it started being music for people to talk about.
Indeed, Dunnock
My dancing shoes are getting quite dusty
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
The fumes of the buttermilk had dried out of his brain.
I’ll take your word for it. Got a hovercraft here needs de -eeling
He rushed madly from the room, leaped madly on his horse and galloped madly off in all directions.
Calling That Dunnock
Yon Fish appears to be malfunctioning - try a Minnow End
Normal For Piscines.
Quoting as standard.
Please put me out of my misery re the buttermilk fumes, then.
Oh, and do you want my Hoagy Carmichael earworm?
Stephen Leacock, “Caroline’s Christmas”.
Thank you, Fishy.
Love it. Thanks, Fishers.
Soo xx
And, goodnights, all.
Best dreams,
Soo xx
Gin, Darling
I have had an Snoozette
Carinthia.xx
I have got the parrot knitted and had a bbq dinner with my recommended exercise where I met B who volunteered to sew and stuff the parrot
I am thrilled with this as it’s quite complex and I could make a mess of it
BBQ knitted parrot - my favourite!
Congratulations for getting the bugger knat, Twellsy.