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I'm baaa-aaack!
July 8th, 2007 02:46 pmFiddleTunes was an emotional roller coaster. There's something about late nights, hard learning work, friendly people and all the rest that really finds the chinks in my emotional armor. Doesn't help that the gorgeous-quebecois-pianist-whom-I-can't-have was there. Still, after the six hour drunken sing-along Tuesday, things went pretty damn well!
Studied with Denis Maheux (Musique Quebecois) and Liz Carroll (Irish). Liz said she wanted the tune I wrote, and Denis (den-Y) knows some really, really dirty French drinking songs. I got to practice my French a lot (not just with drinking songs). I met a Portland shanty singer and there's a chance I'll do either art or design for his next album. And he asked me to marry him* (no). Clyde lectured the happy hour crowd about corrupting innocent little me with their drink and song wihle I did my best injured innocent impression (which everyone laughs at).
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madalchemist kept my plants alive and happy while I was gone. Go Derryck!
I did learn something important this week.
When you're toasting, look the other people IN THE EYES.
If you don't, you'll have seven years of bad sex. The jury is still out on whether seven years of bad or seven years of none is better.
unrelated quote
"At my age, the tunes come in the front of my head and leave out the back."
"Maybe someone could walk along behind you and pick them up."
"With a bucket!"
I am now to the point where the internal tune-radio doesn't turn off. I'll be leaking music for days...sorry. Deal. I don't know I'm doing it.
Will write more when not so damned exhausted. Have to go play music now.
*See, there was this really long running joke about the entire fiddle camp being Gordy's potential future ex wives, which is hard to explain and seemed absolutely hilarious when we were all sloshed.
Studied with Denis Maheux (Musique Quebecois) and Liz Carroll (Irish). Liz said she wanted the tune I wrote, and Denis (den-Y) knows some really, really dirty French drinking songs. I got to practice my French a lot (not just with drinking songs). I met a Portland shanty singer and there's a chance I'll do either art or design for his next album. And he asked me to marry him* (no). Clyde lectured the happy hour crowd about corrupting innocent little me with their drink and song wihle I did my best injured innocent impression (which everyone laughs at).
madalchemist kept my plants alive and happy while I was gone. Go Derryck!I did learn something important this week.
When you're toasting, look the other people IN THE EYES.
If you don't, you'll have seven years of bad sex. The jury is still out on whether seven years of bad or seven years of none is better.
unrelated quote
"At my age, the tunes come in the front of my head and leave out the back."
"Maybe someone could walk along behind you and pick them up."
"With a bucket!"
I am now to the point where the internal tune-radio doesn't turn off. I'll be leaking music for days...sorry. Deal. I don't know I'm doing it.
Will write more when not so damned exhausted. Have to go play music now.
*See, there was this really long running joke about the entire fiddle camp being Gordy's potential future ex wives, which is hard to explain and seemed absolutely hilarious when we were all sloshed.
