Mes doigts sont fatigue; mes oreilles la meme

I'm back from Fiddle Tunes, worn out and broke and full of half-learned tunes, as expected. Unexpectedly, I'm making headway on learning podorythmie, the Quebecois foot-percussion, and I finished/wrote two tunes - The Wrong Waltz and Nancy's Sparrow. Even more unexpectedly, my laptop is dead, so this missive comes from the work computer.

I studied with De Temps Antan. I now have a new experience goal - within the next few years I want to go to this camp. Not quite sure how one gets from Montreal to the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty certain I wouldn't be able to understand anything anyone said to me, but those are problems I'm sure I could deal with.

Happy Hour, re-dubbed The Tailgate Series, was it's normal resounding success. Between a few of us and a representative from the Cajun faculty, we reached an important ethnomusicological discovery, probably deserving of it's own post. I'm working on some kind of Tailgate Series graphic for next year*.

I paced myself pretty well, but bedtime was still at least three hours later than normal (or five, or six...), so by the time Erik came to pick me up on Saturday I was pretty loopy.

It did not help that the Thai restaurant we went to had a dish called "Kow Pad Poo."


*"Fine entertainment for fine folks. This entertainment for us."

I was going to say that Happy hour got even raunchier than usual, what with all the straw wrapper inunendo, but then I remembered Dennis singing explicit Quebecois songs last year, complete with gestures, and realised that nothing will ever, ever top that. What is it with les chansons Quebecois, anyway? The one chorus I can remember from the all-night Quebecois party translates as "I like girls with big calves and hard butts."

The To-Do List Polka

To-Do lists are usually irish polkas, in that they're made up of fairly simple items that go by incredibly fast. If your to-do list is a four part reel or a slip jig, woe betide you.

Fiddletunes is behind me, I have no free evenings to myself for the forseable future, my laptop won't power up, and I'm feeling not exactly overwhelmed, but somewhat a-sea.

( For the sake of internal clarity )

I'm not despairing - in fact, I'm pretty damn perky. But I still don't know how I'm going to get anything done. Having the laptop fail is really the icing on the cake -- hopefully Dad or I can get it working. Failing that, I'll take it to fourth dimension, and if I can't figure something out in the next few weeks, Erik said he'd loan me his.
Thankfully, since I just did that round of reformatting a few weeks ago, everything is happily backed up on an external hard-drive.

With regards to money, if anyone knows of someone looking for fiddle lessons in the greater Olympia area, I'll take anyone who's touched a violin before.

In unrelated news, Otter's Holt (Dad, Gerald, and I) has a gig this Saturday! (not public).