Saturday, 8 December 2012

and, 8, catching up...

And, viola by the young Molly:

Friday, 7 December 2012

7!

Sorry. Delayed! I was playing some gigs on the Jurassic Coast where there were more dogs than internet. But. Now then.

The next few advententries are in musical form, little dedications/gifts to my (remaining, sniff) suzuki students. I brought my USB mic into lessons last week, recorded each one playing a tune, then remixed it with some typical apple-loops styling.

You probably won't be able to guess the students, but you can guess the tune...:




Thursday, 6 December 2012

6...

IF toys can keep their head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on chew,
If you can lick yourself where all men can’t do,
And making friends you lick them too;
If you can whine and not be tired by whining,
Or being dragged about, in collar and ties,
Or being petted, don't give way to shaking,
And yet don't look too thin, nor bark at flies:
...
Yours is the furr and everyflea that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a dog, and run!

5?

A small break from verse for (via Charlie):


Tuesday, 4 December 2012

4!



Because I could not stop for breath,
Rick kindly stopped for me.
The highway held but just ourselves
And some ETC

We slowly rode, too sore for haste
As I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
On hills that were too steep.