..... a new year ...
Posted on January 2, 2011 with 0 comments
Alternating humidity and quick storms. Air cools rapidly ..... thanks ‘air’.
Last night’s ‘Showcase’ at the Family Hotel was the best fun I’ve had in light years.
1/1/11 has an aura of ‘new beginnings.’ and it did that for me.
A morning spent working out a songlist which is an interesting process of deciding the first song and seeing what instinctively feels good to play next. Keep going until you’ve covered an hour and make sure that there’s a balance between ‘cut my wrists’ songs, ‘cut your wrists’ songs and ‘how lovely it is to be here’ songs.
I try not to mumble so people don’t appear to be fooled by upbeat and slow.
You could have hurled stones and feathers around Katoomba last night and still hear the feather drop.
Got a late invite to an afternoon jam - I’m not very good at jamming as yet - and went anyway. It was lovely and, of course - silly me - it’s about being social. A shy toddler showed me that.
Got fed and played music, came home and went to the Family Hotel.
I keep a face washer cloth in the guitar case. It’s for cleaning the strings but last night it soaked up sweat and ended up sitting on my head.
There are times I sweat on stage through nervous energy manifesting as heat.
Wild Man Bru was running late but Cliff from Mad Cowboys Disease was ready with his mandolin. As the audience numbered three - and I knew their names - there was no pressure and we started on time.
Wild Man Bru is an awesome talent at any time but was immense last night. Not just with my set but with his own songs and with Pennie - as ‘My Hearts Dezire’.
The sweat poured off my head as I sang, played and ‘got lifted’ by mandolin and lead guitar.
Adrian O’Toole - sounds like he should be Irish but looks Aboriginal - followed me with a great hour of Dire Straights, Pink Floyd and his own compositions.
There’s a quality about Adrian’s voice that ‘works’ for me. He busks in Katoomba and if you can picture Dire Straights - note perfect - sung by Joe Cocker, you may be on track.
I like the odd bourbon. It’s about the only time I drink coke. This company is the red flagship of all that I hold false.
I get out the scales. Forty grams of sugar in every can. Can’t be .... how wouldn’t it settle to the bottom of the can?
I measure it out by the teaspoon - not heaped and just over flat - and eight is the number of spoons of sugar in each can.
Gee .... coke IS fun.
A gentle shower of rain and the temperature drops again.
The deeply planted tiger lilies stand chest high - bunches of orange blooms on each glossy, green leaved cane. I’ll replant the bulbs of the lilies which are just as big but almost lying down, at a deeper level later in the season. My mistake when I transplanted them last year.
Set among the tree ferns. It’s a green and orange feast for the eyes.
Last night’s ‘Showcase’ at the Family Hotel was the best fun I’ve had in light years.
1/1/11 has an aura of ‘new beginnings.’ and it did that for me.
A morning spent working out a songlist which is an interesting process of deciding the first song and seeing what instinctively feels good to play next. Keep going until you’ve covered an hour and make sure that there’s a balance between ‘cut my wrists’ songs, ‘cut your wrists’ songs and ‘how lovely it is to be here’ songs.
I try not to mumble so people don’t appear to be fooled by upbeat and slow.
You could have hurled stones and feathers around Katoomba last night and still hear the feather drop.
Got a late invite to an afternoon jam - I’m not very good at jamming as yet - and went anyway. It was lovely and, of course - silly me - it’s about being social. A shy toddler showed me that.
Got fed and played music, came home and went to the Family Hotel.
I keep a face washer cloth in the guitar case. It’s for cleaning the strings but last night it soaked up sweat and ended up sitting on my head.
There are times I sweat on stage through nervous energy manifesting as heat.
Wild Man Bru was running late but Cliff from Mad Cowboys Disease was ready with his mandolin. As the audience numbered three - and I knew their names - there was no pressure and we started on time.
Wild Man Bru is an awesome talent at any time but was immense last night. Not just with my set but with his own songs and with Pennie - as ‘My Hearts Dezire’.
The sweat poured off my head as I sang, played and ‘got lifted’ by mandolin and lead guitar.
Adrian O’Toole - sounds like he should be Irish but looks Aboriginal - followed me with a great hour of Dire Straights, Pink Floyd and his own compositions.
There’s a quality about Adrian’s voice that ‘works’ for me. He busks in Katoomba and if you can picture Dire Straights - note perfect - sung by Joe Cocker, you may be on track.
I like the odd bourbon. It’s about the only time I drink coke. This company is the red flagship of all that I hold false.
I get out the scales. Forty grams of sugar in every can. Can’t be .... how wouldn’t it settle to the bottom of the can?
I measure it out by the teaspoon - not heaped and just over flat - and eight is the number of spoons of sugar in each can.
Gee .... coke IS fun.
A gentle shower of rain and the temperature drops again.
The deeply planted tiger lilies stand chest high - bunches of orange blooms on each glossy, green leaved cane. I’ll replant the bulbs of the lilies which are just as big but almost lying down, at a deeper level later in the season. My mistake when I transplanted them last year.
Set among the tree ferns. It’s a green and orange feast for the eyes.