Sunday, January 24, 2010
- We cross the Rimutakas and drive into Greytown and it's summer again. Sun beats down as we play two sets in the street outside the town hall. It's so hot I sweat off all my sunscreen and end up rather pink in places, but I don't care because a day in the Wairarapa makes me feel (and look) like I've had an entire week of summer.
- I enjoy wearing my new hippy skirt: it's made from overlapping pieces of green and purple silk (recycled saris, apparently) and is cool and floaty – perfect for gig wear for a blazing hot day.
- Jack brings the girls over out of rainy Wellington to come and watch the gig. Becca capers about happily to 'Zvezda Rok-N-Rolla', and joins in lustily with the callback on 'Ot Azoy'.
- In the absence of our clarinettist Urs, I enjoy playing an unnaccustomed violin solo on 'Bei Mir Bist Du Sheyn' as well as singing: it's very satisfying weaving the two together and having it work well.
- J: I just found out when rubbish day is without using the Internet! Me (incredulous): Really? But ... how? J: I just walked out into the street and saw that other people were putting their rubbish out! Beams proudly
- For some reason the girls' lullaby has evolved into a version of the Geordie folk song 'When the Boat Comes In' performed, regardless of which parent's turn it is, in the manner of an Elvis impersonator. Thankyouverymuch
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