Hellhounds (and singing)

 

Okay, so tonight I'm going eep glah carfoom blerk ipple ipple urf.*  But it's the anniversary of bringing hellpuppies home!  So clearly I should inundate you with photos of adorable hellhounds!**

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* Buy this album:  http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2010/jul/08/eliza-carthy-norma-waterson-cd-review ^  The tour supporting it is what Fiona and I went to see tonight.  Poor Wayfaring Stranger will knock your socks off—and it's one of my favourites so I'm fussy about versions—and then The Rose and the Lily will barrel you over and sit on your chest.   Eliza, by the way, is seriously pregnant—not to say gigantic—no, I take it back, GIGANTIC—and this is the beginning of the tour??  She's going to have it on stage after one of those long held notes.^^  There was a point tonight when she was sitting very strangely with her hands braced behind her (at a guess her back was hurting:  yes, she's that pregnant) and I was thinking Oh no!  It's happening NOW!  But it wasn't.

            However.  Ahem.  The Waterson-Carthys are an interactive bunch.  The audience was encouraged, indeed threatened,^^^ to sing along. 

            I sang along.  Noise and everything.  Not just the moving lips trick.  Are you amazed?  You should be amazed.  I was thinking, while I sang along, that the rehearsals for The Octopus and the Chandelier or whatever it's called start in a fortnight.  But it's okay.  I can do this.  I can sing in the back row of the chorus!  I can! ^^^^

^ Except for the fact that it's only about 50 minutes long.  Am I just spoilt from the way classical CDs tend to cram 60-70 minutes on?  50 is not enough. 

^^ Very likely in Rose and Lily.

^^^ Listen, said Eliza.  We've got CCTV cameras all over this theatre, and anyone caught without their lips moving won't be allowed to leave.

 

^^^^ Tomorrow, when, please the gods, nothing is happening, I am going to ring the Cherub again. 

** Not to worry.  We'll catch up with the hellkitten later.

NOTE THAT MY LOATHING FOR ALL THINGS COMPUTER HAS REACHED NEW HEIGHTS/DEPTHS OF UNFORESEEABLE REDOLENCE AND DEPRAVITY THIS EVENING.  BUT IT IS NOW NEARLY FRELLING DAWN AND IF I DON'T GO TO BED SOON I MIGHT AS WELL NOT BOTHER.