Keep an eye open for your bliss. You can stumble upon it or you can create it. And for all your planning, it may still be a surprise. Continue reading
Pavement percussion on plastic buckets and a shopping trolley. It doesn’t get more “reuse, reduce, recycle” than that.
Posted in I Spy, I Hear, I Smell, I Taste, USA
Tagged bucket drums, footpath music, found music, fun, music, musician, percussion, recycled band, recycling, USA
England has single-handedly turned around my reluctance to visit pubs.
For one thing, I love being able to suggest to The BB that we “slip out for a swift half.” As regular readers will know, I don’t even like beer, except as reading material, but that phrase, garnered from British TV shows, is too evocative to pass by. I use it to convey a desire for a chilled beverage of any persuasion, ingested from a container of any dimension. Continue reading
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Tagged architecture, beer, England, history, humour, Maltings, music, pubs, travel, York, Yorkshire
My mother has always considered her singing voice not one to be inflicted upon others. It’s not as if she hasn’t had encouragement. When attending chapel services during her boarding school days, she hummed along to the hymns. One day, the mother of the headmistress, observing this, swooped over and asked her what was going on. Mother explained.
“It doesn’t matter whether you sing in tune or not,” the woman proclaimed. “Just make a joyful noise unto the Lord.”
Mother has been mouthing the words ever since – although, during my childhood, she did sing along to family renditions of Ten Green Bottles. Continue reading