The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do.
Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here.
10 September 2009 22:59
Friday, 1 July 2022
For mr mongoose, who was a chorister
9 comments:
mongoose
said...
We sang this bit of Tallis one day, mrs i, with me and 2 others switching up a couple of gears to provide the descant line that comes in - or did in our arrangement - about 3/4 of the way through. Mad Billy Hudson, our music teacher, had us trilling like wee songbirds. In 1972, if you're counting.
We were so very obviously not as good as that, mrs i, and we were school choir mob-handed but Mad Billy loved his music and wanted us to love it too whatever it was. In exchange for all this, he let us every now and then, bring in the Devil's music and play it in music lessons. I remember that he liked Elkie Brookes but didn't we all? he wibbled on about the classsical structure of the song and maybe some of us listenied to that a tad. The sadness is that this doesn't happen now because "reasons". You will understand the mystery of Chopin, the mastery of Bach, and after Elkie, we'll have a crack at Beethoven. All lost to cowardice and cant.
No, mrs i, I cannot play a non-discordant note on any instrument whatsoever.
9 comments:
We sang this bit of Tallis one day, mrs i, with me and 2 others switching up a couple of gears to provide the descant line that comes in - or did in our arrangement - about 3/4 of the way through. Mad Billy Hudson, our music teacher, had us trilling like wee songbirds. In 1972, if you're counting.
We had a Hudson, mr mongoose, known as Noddy on account of a tendency to nod off in class. The classes he was teaching, that is.
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That was exquisite, mr mongoose - thank you for the link - just shows to go you that humans have some redemptive qualities.
Castrato?
Hadn't dropped yet, mr mike.
We were so very obviously not as good as that, mrs i, and we were school choir mob-handed but Mad Billy loved his music and wanted us to love it too whatever it was. In exchange for all this, he let us every now and then, bring in the Devil's music and play it in music lessons. I remember that he liked Elkie Brookes but didn't we all? he wibbled on about the classsical structure of the song and maybe some of us listenied to that a tad. The sadness is that this doesn't happen now because "reasons". You will understand the mystery of Chopin, the mastery of Bach, and after Elkie, we'll have a crack at Beethoven. All lost to cowardice and cant.
No, mrs i, I cannot play a non-discordant note on any instrument whatsoever.
Great innings by Pant, mr mongoose. A pleasure to watch.
Beautiful. I trust your pipes continue to delight Mr Mongoose.
Pant has always had a good eye, mr mike, but he is starting to think and play properly too. I think he'll make lots more runs in his time.
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