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| Firstly, a massive apology for becoming seduced by Facebook and not doing much here.I haven't anything to add musically yet because I haven't even TOUCHED a musical instrument since before Christmas (no, not even a tiny, innocent plink on the mandolin) due to increasing pressures from my course.Since the date of my graduation was revealed (9th July, 2.30pm, the end of all my education woes since the age of 4... what an extraordinary concept) I've been whizzing round and round, chasing my tail in an attempt to salvage that First that I think I might have let slide, somewhere in between carrying a bath into the Psychology building and constructing a prop bomb from a bottle of Flash.I'm meant to be writing my dissertation as I write this but Morris is only so compelling when you're writing about it historiographically.Two contradicting statements: Morris dancing should be kept pure, for the folk, by the folk,?and studied only through practice, unsullied by higher thinking and academia - OR -?Morris dancing uses symbols and choreographic vocabulary that was once?widely understood?but has been lost and now can only be understood and appreciated fully through careful deconstruction and analytical study.Redefining purism.Thoughts on a postcard."Wish you were here" doesn't count because frankly so do I, although the weather here has been delightful lately.It's just all getting a bit much, although I am happy to say I've been blessed with a wonderful job working for Fool's Paradise, an international street theatre and entertainment agency.It's right up my street and involves lots of files and alphabetising (and there I thought Keith Chandler and I only had the Morris in common). |
| It's right up my street and involves lots of files and alphabetising (and there I thought Keith Chandler and I only had the Morris in common).Good news from casa della Cressida is that my lovely brother and his lovely lady are to be married, which is joyous and yet bizarre; I've never been to a wedding in my own family.Apart from my uncle's but bearing in mind I was 3 weeks old at the time I daresay it doesn't count.I gave my Dad a limited edition (ie - one copy only) CD for Christmas entitled the Mothballs EP, featuring The River and the Rain, World in Blue, Poles, Streets, Worlds, Time on my Own, and On and On (not in that order, I can't remember).They were largely re-recorded so what you've got here on the page is Mark I of what is now a very much improved sound, but there's still work to do so once I have shuffled off my mortal graduation gown then hopefully I shall get down to refining it and we'll see what dreams may come.Let me know if you think that sounds like a good plan.But first I'm going to see Wicked again.Closing with a shout out?for DBG (www.the internet.com/dbgmusic) and his forthcoming new EP.Sounds just as melodic and gorgeous as his first album and I absolutely cannot wait. |
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