Like a bead on a wooden wire
Mar. 11th, 2004 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jere7myIt surprised me to learn that Johnny Cash covered a Nick Cave song, but after Kendra explained to me it seemed rather fitting. "Cash loved songs about murder, mother, hard-living people who make bad choices and regret them. But defiantly," she said. And that's much of Nick Cave's ouvre. Anyway, Cash's version of The Mercy Seat is bone-shaking and earthy and passionate; I wish he were alive to record more Cave.
Successful class again tonight. Our cellist is sick, poor thing, so the band consisted of fiddle, keyboard, and guitar (me); we were a little fast on the strathspeys, and Kendra says the keyboard was a bit too loud, but we sounded solid to my ear, no obvious flubs. We actually elicited some proper whoops during the last bars of Round Reel of Eight. We cheated, playing Suzie Petrov's Flowers of Edinburgh set instead of the (unpracticed) RR8 set, but it worked very well. (If you ignore the repeat in King of the Fairies, once down the page is 88 bars. If you don't, as our fiddler failed to the first time through—ahem—you can stop 24 bars into King of the Fairies and it still sounds good, so long as you resolve to an Em for the bow and curtsy.)
During the third hour, when the band is replaced by recordings and the beginning dancers are replaced by the advanced, Britta and I had quite a pleasant conversation about her misspent undergraduate years in the SCA and Lemony Snicket in German. I'm enjoying time with her more and more as I continue to get to know her; I wish she had more time to do things other than grad school. (I'm also finding her seriously cute; she has this self-effacing mischevious quality that's quite attractive to me. Hmm...but she knows I have a LiveJournal now, so maybe I shouldn't go on about that. ;)= ) She brought a cake for Kendra, just "because [she] seemed really down last week," some of which I will have to eat soon.
It is, crappily, snowing rather hard, complete with high winds and slippery roads. I elected to not change the marquée tonight, since it would have been too slippery and windy for comfort. Our hardy crocuses were still bravely facing down the winter this afternoon, but I can't see them surviving this.
Successful class again tonight. Our cellist is sick, poor thing, so the band consisted of fiddle, keyboard, and guitar (me); we were a little fast on the strathspeys, and Kendra says the keyboard was a bit too loud, but we sounded solid to my ear, no obvious flubs. We actually elicited some proper whoops during the last bars of Round Reel of Eight. We cheated, playing Suzie Petrov's Flowers of Edinburgh set instead of the (unpracticed) RR8 set, but it worked very well. (If you ignore the repeat in King of the Fairies, once down the page is 88 bars. If you don't, as our fiddler failed to the first time through—ahem—you can stop 24 bars into King of the Fairies and it still sounds good, so long as you resolve to an Em for the bow and curtsy.)
During the third hour, when the band is replaced by recordings and the beginning dancers are replaced by the advanced, Britta and I had quite a pleasant conversation about her misspent undergraduate years in the SCA and Lemony Snicket in German. I'm enjoying time with her more and more as I continue to get to know her; I wish she had more time to do things other than grad school. (I'm also finding her seriously cute; she has this self-effacing mischevious quality that's quite attractive to me. Hmm...but she knows I have a LiveJournal now, so maybe I shouldn't go on about that. ;)= ) She brought a cake for Kendra, just "because [she] seemed really down last week," some of which I will have to eat soon.
It is, crappily, snowing rather hard, complete with high winds and slippery roads. I elected to not change the marquée tonight, since it would have been too slippery and windy for comfort. Our hardy crocuses were still bravely facing down the winter this afternoon, but I can't see them surviving this.
