Well, here’s an odd collection of notes.
Yesterday, after piano, Harry and I met Steve, and we walked up to his house where he has a recording studio. Very generously, he spent over an hour showing us around his recording software, letting H record a few bars and see how you can layer instruments, record, change pitch and tempo and all kinds of electronic music wizardry 25 years more advanced than when I used Cubase back in the old world. Another huge thank you to the maestro for taking the time and trouble. Me being me, I forgot to take any photos, but here is one taken well over 10 years ago, and this, too has a story attached.
I can’t remember which birthday, and a gentleman doesn’t ask, but Mike (right) Sue (sitting behind out of site) and I (left) were playing for Miss DJ’s birthday. We were practising one night, and Neil was there, and someone suggested he had a go doing a number for her, and we settled on The Jean Genie, by Bowie (not shown). Then we thought, wouldn’t it be fun to swap instruments, which is why I am manhandling a bass guitar, and Sue is out of sight on my keyboard. It was made even more memorable by Neil performing the number as though he was reading the BBC news. (A little like Peter Snow does on the Big Fat Quiz). In case you were wondering, having missed the point of the thing, he’s holding his head mic.
And now, for something completely different.
That was the over-the-wall view this morning at 7.15, and this is something I only noticed the other day because I hadn’t been that way for a long while…
White lines on the road. I’ve not seen that since they painted a motorcycle lane on the main Yialos to Horio road. I say a ‘motorcycle lane’, it was actually double white lines in the middle of the road, intended to mean, ‘No Overtaking.’ Unfortunately, the lines were about a foot apart, just enough space for a moped wheel, enabling two to travel side by side with a decent amount of gossip room in between.
And talking of mopeds, who’s the annoying young man with no manhood intent on pretending he’s warming up for the TT Races down near the school (it sounds like), and forcing his inadequacies on the world by pretending he has a Suzuki GSX1300R Hayabusa when all he’s really got is a Zukini Flaccid 49cc. Every night is drift night somewhere within earshot of 2,000 people. Malaka.
And talking of historical romances. I’ve got a book in the following promotion, and if you’d like to click on the banner, I’d get some kudos among the indie authors of romance mysteries department, and you might find a new author to follow. Doesn’t cost anything; gets me points towards more shares which means… Well, I help other indie authors, and they help me. We all look after each other, but we do need people to browse the page for free.
There. That’s enough blather from me first thing. I’ll be away to work, and leave you with wishes for a happy and peaceful day.
