Trip To Atlanta
Dec. 4th, 2011 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
catsittingstillSo yesterday was my birthday. And it happened to coincide with an Atlanta housefilk, plus my friend Peter was coming down all the way from Michigan for it. And Alice very kindly provided crash space.
So Kip and I celebrated my birthday around Thanksgiving (I got a cover for my Kindle Keyboard that includes a light, which I had made no bones about coveting, and a mic stand so I now have my own and can safely use my Rode at home if I like) and Peter stayed Thursday night at my house (and we traded songs and worked on a couple of pieces together) and Friday we recorded the dulcimer part for _The King's Lute_ (that song is going to be great) and then packed up and headed down to Atlanta.
You will have some idea of the complexity of the packing part when I tell you we had about ten stringed instruments in the car.
We spent Saturday morning and afternoon hanging out at Alice/Beth/Marie's house and Peter and I put on an impromptu housefilk for Beth, who wasn't going to be at the housefilk. We did lots of stuff, including a little improvisational jamming. Oh, and I got a haircut because I had hit the point where the long hair had ceased to be an amusement and was becoming an annoyance. I think it suits me. I will put up a picture at some point, but I don't have one yet.
The potluck directions were to choose between side dish and dessert by flipping a coin. We decided to model the outcome rather than actually flip, and I brought steamed carrots (so easy even I can do it, and enhanced by fresh herbs from Beth's/Alice's garden) and Peter brought a dessert--brownie bites.
The potluck was lovely and we had a lot of fun singing. The circle did seem to have a tendency to slide from singing into chatting, and several times I dragged it bodily back into singing again, because I had the feeling if I didn't do it, it wouldn't happen, and I wanted a housefilk. There were a lot of great pieces done, and I think this was my first time (aside from one of his concerts, I think) to hear much from Larry Kirby. He is magnificently twisted and wrong. One of the advantages of filking is you never wonder "yeah, but where could I ever *sing* that?"
I really need to figure out some better way to handle my kibble, though. I'm accumulating stuff--two instruments, a music stand, a mp3 recorder, my music book--and it's starting to get hard to take only a reasonable amount of space in a circle.
Anyway, we left before I ran out of not-tired, but we had to get up early this morning, because Peter has to teach a class at 3pm tomorrow, which means it really would be good if he got home before stupid-late tonight, if possible, so we left about 9:30 am this morning.
So Kip and I celebrated my birthday around Thanksgiving (I got a cover for my Kindle Keyboard that includes a light, which I had made no bones about coveting, and a mic stand so I now have my own and can safely use my Rode at home if I like) and Peter stayed Thursday night at my house (and we traded songs and worked on a couple of pieces together) and Friday we recorded the dulcimer part for _The King's Lute_ (that song is going to be great) and then packed up and headed down to Atlanta.
You will have some idea of the complexity of the packing part when I tell you we had about ten stringed instruments in the car.
We spent Saturday morning and afternoon hanging out at Alice/Beth/Marie's house and Peter and I put on an impromptu housefilk for Beth, who wasn't going to be at the housefilk. We did lots of stuff, including a little improvisational jamming. Oh, and I got a haircut because I had hit the point where the long hair had ceased to be an amusement and was becoming an annoyance. I think it suits me. I will put up a picture at some point, but I don't have one yet.
The potluck directions were to choose between side dish and dessert by flipping a coin. We decided to model the outcome rather than actually flip, and I brought steamed carrots (so easy even I can do it, and enhanced by fresh herbs from Beth's/Alice's garden) and Peter brought a dessert--brownie bites.
The potluck was lovely and we had a lot of fun singing. The circle did seem to have a tendency to slide from singing into chatting, and several times I dragged it bodily back into singing again, because I had the feeling if I didn't do it, it wouldn't happen, and I wanted a housefilk. There were a lot of great pieces done, and I think this was my first time (aside from one of his concerts, I think) to hear much from Larry Kirby. He is magnificently twisted and wrong. One of the advantages of filking is you never wonder "yeah, but where could I ever *sing* that?"
I really need to figure out some better way to handle my kibble, though. I'm accumulating stuff--two instruments, a music stand, a mp3 recorder, my music book--and it's starting to get hard to take only a reasonable amount of space in a circle.
Anyway, we left before I ran out of not-tired, but we had to get up early this morning, because Peter has to teach a class at 3pm tomorrow, which means it really would be good if he got home before stupid-late tonight, if possible, so we left about 9:30 am this morning.
