Bra helg

Måste konstatera att helgen, trots uruselt väder, blev riktigt lyckad. Eller vad sägs om följande:
* Bra och kreativt folkmusikmöte i Vara. God lunch också.
* Trevligt besök hos dotter och barnbarn. Deras pizzeria är kanon! Dagens replik kom från 8-åringen. Vi förklarade att vi måste åka innan det blev mörkt. Vi ville inte köra hela vägen i mörker. "Men ni har väl lampor på bilen?"
* Nya avsnitt av Kommisarie Frost på TV9. Ruggigt spännande. Frost motsats måste väl vara kommisarie Morse. Han spelades ju av John Thaw. (Thaw = töa)
* Hittade en tjusig tröja på Bloms. Frun hittade flera stycken plus en tjusig jacka.
* Trots dåligt väder har jag lyckats gå mer än 20 000 steg på två dagar.
* Vi fick till ett bra program till gitarrmässan 12 november.
* Två nya kursplanereflektioner (religions- och hemkunskap) klar för Nytt om Skola.
* Gefle IF vann!
Att jag inte hann spela något får man ta med fattning.

Snö och Beatles-idoler

Är inte 21/22 oktober lite tidigt för den första snön? När vi såg flingorna falla igårkväll tänkte vi: "Borta imorgon." Icke, sa Nicke. Morgonpromenaden till jobbet gick i snö, om än inte så djup sådan, och tjänsteärendet till Trollhättan och Uddevalla på förmiddagen gav mig chansen att köra genom ett snötäckt Dalsland. Man hade till och med haft vägplogarna ute.
Vi kanske skulle passa på att fira jul medan det vita ligger kvar. Det är redan på väg att smälta nort.

Ikväll ska man ha Beatles-tema i Idol. Så besviken jag blev när jag såg listan på låtar de ska framföra. Bara de stora hitsen. Ingen fantasi här inte. Och hon som nyss blev utröstad och nu kommer tillbaka för att någon fick nog av kraven TV4 ställde ska sjunga Twist & Shout. Men hallå! Det är ju ingen Beatles-låt egentligen. Det var ju en cover Beatles spelade in. Det var inte ens de som hade en hit med den.
Jag har faktiskt en gång sett ett helt Idol-avsnitt. Det ska inte upprepas ikväll. Jag lovar. Länge leve Dobidoo. Och så har vi faktiskt både Bröllopsfotografen och A Life With Bells på DVD som vi inte tittat på än.

Sällan

Det är sällan jag tar mig för att skriva blogg nu för tiden. Skyll på Facebook. Det är både vanebildande och tidskrävande. Egentligen dyker det inte upp så mycket av intresse där, men man måste ju ändå in och titta flera gånger om dagen. Man kan ju missa något.

Och kvällarna när jag skulle ha tid att sitta ner är ofta fyllda av annat. I måndags möte om biodigitalisering, igår helkvällsrep med Albans Kapell. Idag en hel del arbete med att göra reklam för ukulelekvällarna vi kör igång om två veckor. Alldeles för få deltagare anmälda hittills.

Men jag har i alla fall kunnat konstatera senaste veckan, efter London, att mitt hjärta sköter sig. Fick faktiskt beröm av doktorn för att jag gått ner i vikt (håller sakta på att försvinna ur denna världen) och för att jag motionerar. Över 10 000 steg om dagen anses tydligen fullt godkänt.

Steg förresten. Den där stegkampanjen gör mig manisk stegräknare. Under promenaden på morgonen kalkylerar jag hur jag ska få ihop stegen under dagen. Hur mycket kommer jag att röra mig dfrån skrivbordet? Hur långt är det till fikarummet? Hur långt hinner jag gå på lunchen? osv. Jag misstänker att alla de fördelar mitt hjärta får av mitt gående äts upp av stressen det utsätts för när jag funderar på hur jag ska få ihop minst 10 000 under dagen.
Trottoarerna i Mellerud börjar faktiskt se ganska slitna ut av alla som deltar i kampanjen. Undrar om ny asfaltering av dem ingår i kampanjbudgeten?

Martin Simpson

Who is the best guitar player in the world? Well, who cares? When you hear someone like Martin Simpson you realise that all such comparisons are a total waste of time and effort. No because he is better than everyone else, but because you realise there are a number of superb guitar players, each one capable of handling whatever to do in such a superb manner you do not wish for anything else at the moment they are on stage. Martin Simpson is one of those guitar players. And I saw him at the Croydon Folk Song Club yesterday evening.

What I like most about Martin is that he does not let his guitar expertise get in the way of his songs. And that is one crucial angle for me. What matters first and formost is the music people play. How they play is obviously important, but to a lesser extent. What you do is more important than how you do it, and I would rather have an evening of superb songs in the hands of a mediocre musician than an evening of rubbish in the hands of a superb musician. And I am sorry to say that some superb singers and musicians seem so content with the high level of there musicianship they forget about performing good music.

With Martin Simpson you get both the wonderful songs, and them played in the best manner possible. He really is an expert guitar player, a master of his craft, and a more than adequate singer, with a great feeling for the songs he sings. He has also turned into a very good songwriter over the last decade. Songs like Never any good with money are turning into classics, and there is a number of them on the latest CD, True Stories. And he also has a knack for pickuing other people's songs and turning them into his own, like Randy Newman's Louisiana. Yesterday he also did a wonderful version of Palaces of Gold (Leon Rosselson), and surprisingly The Bridge by Bruce Springsteen.

Martin has the courage not to play fast at times. When he turns down the speed and puts on his slide the whole world slows down with him. His I Can't Keep from Crying Sometimes was one of those moments yesterday. Croydon stopped for a few minutes. You could have heard a needle drop.

He gave us almost two full hours. Ending his set with his version of Little Musgrove (Matty Groves to some of us) he was called back for one more. We certainly forgive him for taking out his banjo for that one.
A marvellous evening with one of the world's top guitar players. I do not know any other guitar player that gets such a full, smooth sound out of an acoustic. Let us bring him to Sweden soon. He has never played in our country, but we cannot wait much longer for him to do it.

Part II

The weather is still good. Temperatures around 20 and no rain. Today we have visited St Paul's Cathedral. Five of us (that is 55 %) reached the top, Golden Gallery. Lovely views.
And I must say a pub lunch at the Lord Raglan pub, close to the Museum of London, was a perfect end of the visit. Good food, in spite of the Sharpe's beer being out of stock. But Bombardier was an aaceptable replacement.

Walthamstow Folk Club was a new experience for me. Ideally situated opposite the street from Wood Street Rail Station and with draught Fuller's ESB it will become a regular haunt for me on Sundays. Good room for a folk club, and some very good resident performers. And then of course Bob Fox. No folk club can miss out with him as their guest. Discussed a Swedish tour with him. Hope we can set up something next autumn.
Will return to the Plough Inn tomorrow for the session thay will run. Have promised to teach a few Swedish tunes to them.

Yesterday we had a full day. Before the folk club we first visted the Tower of London. I have seldom seen it so crowded. Luckily we got there quite early. Around noon the queues for the jewel house were horrendous. Then we took Dockland's Light Railway out to Greenwich. We had lunch in a rather worn down pub close to the indoor market. Then some of us went uphill to check the observatory. I was lucky to find they had abondoned the entrance fee. First time I got inside!
Then we took the boat back. One of the crew members commented on places we passed. He was quite a good guide, but how could you guide people on the river without mentioning The Monument or Royal Festival Hall?

Time to get back to the hotel to get ready for Croydon and the Martin Simpson concert tonight.

London again

Left a rainy Gothenburg early morning for a cloudy, but sometimes sunny, London. Staying at a hotel near Euston, a really good one as well.
We spent the day walking round, seeing all the things you must see when you are a tourist. Piccadilly Circus, Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, Trafalgar Square and such. I must have worned them out, because nobody was there this morning for a visit to Portobello Road. But they will probably all turn up for Covent Garden this afternoon.

Have spent the morning shopping. Got a decent tin whistle, priced 47.50, at Hobgoblin Music and found two of the three books my wife wants at Foyles. But no trace of CDs by Blind Alfred Reed and the one they had with Julie Driscoll and Brian Auger Trinity was much too expensive. I am not paying 18 pounds for a single CD, not even one by Julie Driscoll.

The breakfast at the hotel was magnicent. Self service with all things you would want for a full English breakfast, and melon slices as well.

And don't ask me why this is written i broad letters. The computor did something and I can't undo it.


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