pastimes in a foreign land

The things we do. Or don’t, as the case may be.

a tentative playlist

Hitting the open mic night at Tagd’s on the 6th. I think I might die up there. I think I’ll be going with:

• Trip to Tagd’s (to the tune of Trip to Sligo, with some lyrics added by me), traditional
• Eileen Aroon, traditional
• Between the Bars, Elliott Smith
• Southwind, traditional
• Sheebeg Sheemore, traditional

And that’s about as ambitious as I can be for this. Might just run the first four depending on how it goes, end on the Smith.

I am so not ready for this.

UPDATE: And I’m sick again, which means this is looking less likely for December, and I might have to try for January. Fiercely annoyed! So alternatively I may post Baby’s First Song Recordings next weekend instead.

burnout

I guess?

cold wind:big smile

For months, I didn’t believe it was actually possible; but it is, in fact, getting a mite bit chilly ’round here.

distraction! supermarket shoppin’

Despite the fact that it’s almost the second week of November, the trees really haven’t gotten into that whole “turning colours” thing they’re supposed to do; so putting Kiyomizu off for a week or two to let nature get its act together. In the meantime, you get supermarket report! Because.. why not?

and out the other side

A fever – a really bad fever – can do things to people. You come in one way; you sweat out of every pore while your brain burns itself up; and you come out the other side of it different. Like the sickness is a kind of last-resort effort to change. Didn’t have a fever, but I had one serious headcold for a week and a half and it sort of feels something like that has happened. Starting to feel my age (and I’ll be damned if I even knew what that was supposed to feel like before now).