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Serendipity
Feb. 9th, 2007 11:12 pmDue to my own bad memory, or bad planning... or both, I organised a jam night with my foil at WaitingManor tonight ~ completely confusing/forgetting other people's schedules.
After a contrite phone call to one of those people, my foil arrived with electric guitar & electric mandolin in tow. 4 hours later, we'd just about figured out how to play Duelling Banjos on 2 mandolins (I've owned one for years), but had completely failed in our stated objective of writing some Greek-flavoured music for the TV show pilot. Ah well, perhaps next week...
We also re-acquainted ourselves, via CD, with about 20 unfinished pieces we've half written over the years, ranging from the sublime to the cacophonic. Sometimes my music reminds me of the little girl with the curl... When we're good, we're very very good. But when we're bad...
In a way, this was the perfect way to (almost) finish the working week. After a good interview on Monday, I had a phone call from the people I had a meeting with last week... This person just wanted to go over the results of the 2 psych tests I did for them & proceeded to analyse me for the next 70 minutes ~ all based on 2 tests that I never felt like doing in the first place & certainly didn't like either the format or the language the tests were created in ~ Whilst this person made a couple of valid points during their analysis, it felt like a bit of a psycho-bashing meted out on an already fragile psyche & only the most resilient of my caution circuits prevented the unleashing of a tongue-lashing in response. So, a pleasant evening playing mandolin & 12-string guitar was just what Dr Freud ordered... & probably far better for me than the pub-crawl I accidentally scheduled myself out of.
Only one decent sunset this week... & this was it:
And later that night, the wind did howl & the rain did fall...
After a contrite phone call to one of those people, my foil arrived with electric guitar & electric mandolin in tow. 4 hours later, we'd just about figured out how to play Duelling Banjos on 2 mandolins (I've owned one for years), but had completely failed in our stated objective of writing some Greek-flavoured music for the TV show pilot. Ah well, perhaps next week...
We also re-acquainted ourselves, via CD, with about 20 unfinished pieces we've half written over the years, ranging from the sublime to the cacophonic. Sometimes my music reminds me of the little girl with the curl... When we're good, we're very very good. But when we're bad...
In a way, this was the perfect way to (almost) finish the working week. After a good interview on Monday, I had a phone call from the people I had a meeting with last week... This person just wanted to go over the results of the 2 psych tests I did for them & proceeded to analyse me for the next 70 minutes ~ all based on 2 tests that I never felt like doing in the first place & certainly didn't like either the format or the language the tests were created in ~ Whilst this person made a couple of valid points during their analysis, it felt like a bit of a psycho-bashing meted out on an already fragile psyche & only the most resilient of my caution circuits prevented the unleashing of a tongue-lashing in response. So, a pleasant evening playing mandolin & 12-string guitar was just what Dr Freud ordered... & probably far better for me than the pub-crawl I accidentally scheduled myself out of.
Only one decent sunset this week... & this was it:
And later that night, the wind did howl & the rain did fall...
