purplerabbits

I am feeling quite cheery today in spite of being forced to go to Glasgow. Elvis Costello rocked out on Monday, playing for two and a half hours non-stop. He played much of The Delivery Man, which I cannot afford to but yet but really really want, and he played Alison! Possibly because he was in Scotland, but anyway...

I really dislike the Usher Hall, though, especially for a sit down gig, especially attending alone. Their coffee mings and they didn't let us into our seats until half an hour after the doors open time (there are no seats outside the hall). In spite of this the man got people standing up and clapping and dancing down the front, this last by saying "I dreamt I was in the Usher Hall and it was full of Glaswegians who couldn't dance". Other amusing witticisms including a long ramble about George Harrison's second guitar, which wasn't stolen in any way (and also seemed to be suffering from lousy feedback).

And with all the jumping up and down there was no doubt that at fifty the man still has immense energy (more than me, for sure). And I have decided that if a gentleman is receding from the front and has a widows peak he may keep his hair as long as he likes as long as he doesn't start to sport a Francis Rossi ponytail. Just so you know.

And last night was drumming, which is getting better and better. I played agogo bells and did a brief stint on shaker (which I am glad to see that everyone hates), and then gravitated toward my favourite Number Three Surdo, which was hard but actually very rewarding, and I can now carry it with no pain.

Drumming is obviously working at some level. I now hear drum patterns in music I'm listening to, and at the gig I was clapping in a more complicated rhythm and not getting it wrong. Yay!