Here's a short clip from the debut performance of Kids Climb Trees. It was an honour & a joy to play live for the first time at the wedding party of my friend, Dr. Buzzerz.
We performed 2 songs- "Earth Angel" (Buddy Holly) and "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" (Frankie Valli)- with me picking up guitar & the good Dr. crooning out the words to his beautiful wife. During the first song my hands were claws of clammy tension gripping too tightly to the chords & I missed the change exactly where I thought I would. One leg tapped the beat the other shook with uncontrollable nerves.
By the second song I'd warmed to the whole thing & by the time I was encouraged to play on into this brief encore I was ready to play all night- however the rest of my repertoire consists mainly of Smiths songs, not ideal for weddings.
I even attracted some groupies, although not quite the kind I'd hoped for when I first picked up a guitar.
Friday, 4 March 2011
Departures
Dr. Buzzerz left yesterday- east to west.
I first met him when I first came to Japan, he was conducting a training day & all the other attendees had been waylaid or else had decided not to bother. I was assigned a task which highlighted my inabilities & inadequacies but Dr B., as any good teacher should, helped me find the way.
Since then he has been my mentor, my confidant, my friend, my brother & sometimes I've even managed to return the favour.
This picture came back from the lab the day before he left- poignant perhaps? It could've been taken on any one of a hundred nights & it sums up a lot about our friendship- While the rest cannot be captured in words or pictures.
I went with him to the airport; departures always seem to close in too quickly. We said our goodbyes & I hope it won't be long before we strike a chord on our guitars, crack a street tin and share laughter at the good times even in the bad again.
Departures are worst for those that are left behind.
As I walk through the departure lounge I think about all the people I've said goodbye to & know that my own departure is long overdue.
I first met him when I first came to Japan, he was conducting a training day & all the other attendees had been waylaid or else had decided not to bother. I was assigned a task which highlighted my inabilities & inadequacies but Dr B., as any good teacher should, helped me find the way.
Since then he has been my mentor, my confidant, my friend, my brother & sometimes I've even managed to return the favour.
This picture came back from the lab the day before he left- poignant perhaps? It could've been taken on any one of a hundred nights & it sums up a lot about our friendship- While the rest cannot be captured in words or pictures.
Departures are worst for those that are left behind.
As I walk through the departure lounge I think about all the people I've said goodbye to & know that my own departure is long overdue.
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
A tweet in the tale
A pretty high school girl with a crooked eye types away on her pink phone, a bespectacled boy runs by & stirs the woman from a painful sleep
This was my 140 character long Twitter short story. It started as a way to wile away time on the train, too lazy to reach for my notebook. The idea was then encouraged by fellow scribe, 'Julia' who then when on to create her own...
It's a nice idea- kinda like a post-modern prose haiku for the ambiently aware. Look out for this trending soon...
It's a nice idea- kinda like a post-modern prose haiku for the ambiently aware. Look out for this trending soon...
Saturday, 19 February 2011
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