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A Nursery Moon

I’ve no idea why but I’ve been thinking of nursery rhymes, maybe it’s a slightly mad time of year? But I’m remembering them with delight, pondering their historical backgrounds, but mainly just playing around with them, having fun … A … Continue reading

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In The Orchestra

Concerts with choir and orchestra are a joy. My husband and one son sing in choirs, sharing the joy with enthusiasm. I try to get to their concerts, love to be there … IN THE ORCHESTRA the violinist lifts her … Continue reading

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Street Dance

I love street musicians, their confidence, willingness to make light of an ordinary morning, bring an element of fun to the day. And sometimes someone will move to the music, sway, tap, or dance … STREET DANCE guitar & sax                                   … Continue reading

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The Appointment

Everyday brings its own worries, days when I haven’t the time  or energy to worry about other people as I am focused on my own concerns. It’s not a good place to be but I’m sure it happens to all … Continue reading

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The Man at the End of the Pew

I’m a crow when it comes to singing, though we have some excellent canaries in our family (real singers, in choir and out, and they know who they are, their voices a joy to hear), but the crows of the … Continue reading

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Vivaldi

We were in Venice a few years ago and I had one of those experiences that music can give. Maybe it was the music over Christmas or a bar or two heard distantly yesterday that reminded me of that day, … Continue reading

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Ain’t Nuttin’ To It

Given a sunny day, a bit of catchy music, and there’s a dancing man on a deserted patio, with friends to join the fun … AIN’T NUTTIN’ TO IT bag-eared king with white plastic throne                  bare-kneed shirt flapping plucks guitar-strings … Continue reading

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