In the spring, a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of.... hay fever. Or actually, as it is here, hazelnut pollen season poisoning. Which is a real bear normally anyway, but when, as at the moment, the temperatures suddenly shoot to sixty, drop to minus twenty, shoot to seventy.... the result is a pollen count … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance
Yesterday afternoon I did a matinée with sort of modern songs- sambas, rumbas, paart of a vocal dance suite I wrote several years ago for my husband and a wonderful gospel piece called Father Abraham, that usually has everyone up on their feet swaying, and that reminds me a lot of Peggy Lee's Fever. (And,... … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Welsh Music, The Carnival Season, And Fasting Pigs.
Last night was one of those moments you just wish would go on forever and forever and forever. Three musicians, sixty-ish to eighty-ish, took to the stage, had immediate control over a crowd of over twelve hundred, changed the expectant atmosphere to intent silence, and... No, it wasn't the Stones. Or the Beach Boys. It … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: You Can Sit And Do Nothing, And The Grass Will Also Grow- But You Will Never Get A Lawn.