How Winter Kills
Friday, November 20, 2009 at 05:52PM Well it'd like to bloody try wouldn't it? What is it with cold weather and getting ill and why does it keep picking on me? Well, Mother Nature tried to do away with me when I was born 51 years ago, and she failed then. So don't think I'm going without a fight.
My band is coming along nicely, it'll be better when we resolve the missing bass player problem. My slide guitar playing is improving, thankfully. It's now leaving the tortured cat phase and becoming something akin to musical. Can't wait to show that skill off in public. We hosted the excellent Roadhouse in the Oud Brabant the other Sunday, they came, they saw, they conquered. Hard not to with three female singers leading the way - fantastic harmonies and bags of energy. You can see them frozen in time here: http://davidsonmick.squarespace.com/hall-of-fame/roadhouse
On the bike front, the Christmas bike has been seen speeding through the trees, crashing through ruts and splashing through puddles in the nearby woods. So far I've not managed to kill myself, or fall off, but it's only a matter of time. Though none of this will happen before I get some new glasses. Having given all our old glasses to Africa, I promptly lost mine, so now can't cycle or drive. Some would argue that owning glasses isn't going to improve my driving - but only because they know that I can't see them when I'm behind the wheel.
Hasta la Pasta Kiddoes!
Mick |
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