8 November 2012
The tune that is yours and mine to play upon this earth
Right, as Sherlock noticed tonight, I'm always a bit late home on a Thursday.
This is because, all those weeks ago when I went for a drink on my own, I found a little pub that has an open mic night on a Thursday. And it seemed...nice. Quiet, friendly, a mix of talent. And Jo and Lisa recently asked if I would play a few songs at their wedding reception.
When Jo and I first met I was still playing a lot - to audiences. I suppose she thought I still was. Anyway, I sort of agreed, but then I wanted a bit of practice, where no one I knew would be watching.
So I decided to give it a go for a while. Didn't bank on Sherlock, PI, rumbling me quite so soon.
These are three of the songs Jo and Lisa have asked me to do. First one is quite upbeat. I don't play it quite this fast...
This next one, I don't think I have to put the words with it for you lot...and I don't play half as well as this guy. But I shall indeed be singing...
And finally, my favourite of all that they've asked me to do. Obviously I don't do it as beautifully as she sings...but, er...I try.
49 comments:
Those are really beautiful, all of them.
I think it is really very cool that you've been doing secret stuff like this, and I can only imagine how good a job you'll do of playing for Jo's wedding but I'm sure you'll do your friends proud :-)
Sorry Sherock rumbled you earlier than you hoped, if it matters, but it does give you a chance to show off to your man now ;-)
Yeah, they are.
Don't worry, I can make them sound horrible :)
Don't believe you. And clearly Jo and Lisa don't either. :P
Jo is working with severely out-of-date data. And Lisa is just going along with her...
Still, it's only a few songs, and people will be doing Amazing Grace with me, and I'm sure it'll go okay.
These are all wonderful choices! I really, really wish we could hear you performing them. (But I understand that Jo and Lisa may well not want videos from their wedding all over the internet--some people like to do that, but I know plenty who feel it makes it all less personal.)
Well at least I can sing them at John now it's not a secret.
It'll go better than okay. You get applause at the pub, don't you? I can't imagine you don't even if I am very slightly biased in my assessment of your skills.
I'm not jealous John I'm really not ;-)
RR - I really can't think of anything more creepy than a wedding video on the internet, do people really do that?
Yep, they do! Go to YouTube and search on wedding, you'll see.
Like you, it seems a bit odd to me. I mean, I can see putting up a locked video and sending invites to people from the family to see it, but just to pop it up there for the whole world? Well, clearly it makes some people happy, so...
No one's thrown anything yet. The landlady still has punters after I'm done. And the dog doesn't howl. It's not exactly a standing ovation, but I'll take it ;)
Can I come along next time?
Yeah. You can. Just try to control yourself. I don't think the place is ready for groupies just yet ;) and don't feed the dog pork scratchings, he's not allowed them.
And don't talk to the woman who sits at the end of the bar and has frankly terrifying eyeshadow and sways a lot. Essentially she thinks any man who even looks at her is as good as asking her to bed. It's alarming.
But I was going to bring underwear especially to throw at the stage...
I'm fairly sure the dog isn't allowed to eat your boxers either... not unlike pork scratchings, right? Crunchy, hairy, salty... ;)
He says he's going to play me love songs, but what do I actually get? My boxers impugned on the internet...
I was just warning you! Wouldn't want you getting turfed out on yer ear for breaking house rules.
You can throw your boxers at me at the wedding. I've got to find some way of keeping all those bridesmaids away from you, marking you as mine... double the brides, apparently, means double the bridesmaids!
Nothing says love like taking the mick out of your partners underwear ;-)
I suspect Jo and Lisa might not appreciate that.
...Actually, they'd probably find it hilarious.
Don't worry, you won't have time to go throwing your smalls about.
I told them that you and Sherlock would be my equivalent to Pan's People. Dancing around, livening up the floor, no-holds-barred, throwing shapes. We all know Sherlock has the moves... you can just copy him.
They thought that was a brilliant idea.
A) I don't believe you for a second, and B) assuming I did, how come Mycroft doesn't have to join us?
A) There's a B, so your A is invalid.
B) Mycroft has gravitas.
And can help set up the soundsystem :) job done.
And you don't want him to change your ringtone again.
...I have to ask--what did he change it to the last time? :)
He put bloody 'Chapel Of Love' on it when I went back to work after we got engaged and rang me about a 100 times that day!!
Sally only took pity on me and changed it back because the whole office starting humming/whistling/singing it and it was driving her nuts.
Nice one, Mycroft :-)
Ah, good times...
Hee hee hee hee hee!
Right. That song is now going in your head.
And tomorrow I shall call you up and re-plant it at regular intervals.
Bed? I have a very busy day tomorrow of being generally yelled at and abused.
Is it still abuse when it's factually correct and accurate?? Is it all in the intention, rather than the accuracy?
Bed sounds lovely. Shall I come and take you to lunch tomorrow as a break from being yelled at?
Mmm, sounds good. Just call/text first. I'm conducting searches of premises, so not sure where I'll be/how long for. Depends if we find anything.
C'mon. Last one upstairs is a cockwomble. (another stout British insult there, for you 'Merkins. (yes, that's another, too.))
Cockwomble? Okay, now that's one I've actually never heard or seen before.
The songs are lovely, and I'm sure you'll do them very well. And I'll bet Sherlock will dance most wonderfully. (It's good practice for when he dances at your wedding!)
rsf
cockwomble
That's one I hadn't heard before.
It's a useful term. Can sound almost affectionate...
Right, I'm off to dig through someone's house. Fun fun fun.
I hope the occupants refrain from making allegations about your character. And if they don't know that some of the allegations are factually correct then I think it still counts as abuse (on the basis that that's the intention).
I always cringe a bit when I discover my suspect still lives at home.... it's no fun. Mum and Dad aren't happy.
Oh poor mum and dad :-( I hope you find what you need quickly. :-)
They're not the poor sort.
That sounded a bit mean.
Lets just say they aren't the sort of people youd invite round for tea.
And primarily, it's my fault for arresting him, not his fault for killing someone. Etc.
I thought that's what you meant, got to kind of feel sorry for the guy you've arrested if he's been brought up like that though. Not that that in anyway makes it ok to kill people I don't mean that I just think its sad.
have you escaped or still busy looking?
About ready for lunch?
Sorry, yeah. Were are you? I'm out East, can meet anywhere.
Just getting out of krav maga. What about that Japanese place?
Yeah, great. Be there in twenty or so, depending on traffic.
Are you all sweaty and bruised? Or did you survive unscathed?
Possibly, somewhat. Not too bad though.
How are you liking the krav maga, John?
I like it a lot. It's really challenging, mentally and physically.
:)
(I'm biased in favor of martial arts. I know it. But still, :) !)
I'm glad you're enjoying the krav maga John :-)
I hope lunch was nice and that Sherlock is all excited about weekend now its Friday :-)
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