Musical Notes
A week ago in England we walked to the Victoria and Albert museum for a performance by a trio from the London Conservatory. I appreciated that the guest saxophonist (say it with me, sack-SOF-a-nist) – of the Lucerne Symphony Orchestra – rode off on his motorcycle after the concert of Mozart and Shostakovich. Then we had Thai food back in our neighborhood and a beer at the Queen’s Arms.
Tonight in New England we walked downtown to the french fry place. The performer was an acoustic guitar/harmonica guy who was very good instrumentally and did covers of Tom Waits, John Lennon and Bob Dylan along with originals. Enjoyed the show, though he would benefit from a few sessions with Eleanora Poultice.* (The Dylan song was One More Cup of Coffee, another great one that I haven’t even mentioned in this blog). Lucy (the dog) knows that we always go there on Friday nights and she expects three french fries on our return. We did not have fries tonight because I didn’t run a single step in the UK and ate everything I wanted for two weeks. So she got carrots instead.
After the show we strolled home along Main Street, pausing for a moment to watch the young guy with long hair change the letters of the marquee on the movie theater. I’m glad to live in a town where somebody still has to get up on a ladder and change the letters one by one. I also value the fact that when they change the letters they spell out titles like “Of Gods and Men” or “Winter’s Bone” or a performance by Gordon Lightfoot.
*(Miss Poultice was Barney Fife’s voice teacher. I promise much more about Deputy Fife in future blog entries.)
Tonight in New England we walked downtown to the french fry place. The performer was an acoustic guitar/harmonica guy who was very good instrumentally and did covers of Tom Waits, John Lennon and Bob Dylan along with originals. Enjoyed the show, though he would benefit from a few sessions with Eleanora Poultice.* (The Dylan song was One More Cup of Coffee, another great one that I haven’t even mentioned in this blog). Lucy (the dog) knows that we always go there on Friday nights and she expects three french fries on our return. We did not have fries tonight because I didn’t run a single step in the UK and ate everything I wanted for two weeks. So she got carrots instead.
After the show we strolled home along Main Street, pausing for a moment to watch the young guy with long hair change the letters of the marquee on the movie theater. I’m glad to live in a town where somebody still has to get up on a ladder and change the letters one by one. I also value the fact that when they change the letters they spell out titles like “Of Gods and Men” or “Winter’s Bone” or a performance by Gordon Lightfoot.
*(Miss Poultice was Barney Fife’s voice teacher. I promise much more about Deputy Fife in future blog entries.)
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