Take My Heart

Ah Dougie, it was a pleasure listening to you tonight. It was great to sing along with you and all the others. Thank you for all your wonderful songs and for all the feels. (And Mom had a good time too!)

And if you would like to enjoy live Dougie MacLean, he gave a plug to the recording/broadcast studio he built in the schoolhouse where his father and grandfather learned to write. Now his kids are helping him do live broadcasts by subscription – what a great idea!

Go here to get more information about butterstone.tv or a free sample!

#Bobbincount four plus ten

Tonight after dinner with mom, I got in the car to start the drive home. Turned on the radio and there was Tchaikowsky’s Piano Concerto No. 1 with Garrick Ohlsson providing the piano in this Boston Symphony Orchestra at Tanglewood performance. I heard this concerto often growing up because it was a favorite of my father.

The pianist received several standing ovations and finally announced an encore, a Chopin waltz. Ahhh, what a way to drive home.

Beren and Lúthien

Then suddenly, when her hope was almost spent, he woke again, and looked up, seeing leaves against the sky; and he heard beneath the leaves singing soft and slow beside him Lúthien Tinuviel. And it was spring again. 

The Silmarillion, Beren and Lúthien, J. R. R. Tolkien

#Bobbincount the 10th

A practical note for those who chance here, discovering this blog: I began with twelve empty bobbins and have two as yet uncounted bobbins which are partially full of thread. I will now start to re-use the ten bobbins now empty. And if it seems, to your willing ears that my speech has become long and of a manner more familiar in older times, it mayhap be laid to the first part of the audio book I am listening to. Long those words feed down into sentences and then to gathering tributaries of interwoven rivers and tales, bearing along those with many similar names and many varied lands and places now lost to time. Although the fair people of those places may no longer be known in our own lands and it being uncertain that the dwarfs shall ever again wrought bobbins as in the shining hour of their realms, I will re-use the bobbins you see before you, remembering always the friendship that many treasured in their time and the strength with which they bent against the evil one who shall not be named here.

Getting Ready to Quilt

I’ve been listening to Walden in the car. It’s pretty good for commutes. It’s not, it turns out, great for quilting to. Last night I ended up finishing a good chunk of quilting to Paul Simon. I had the epiphany that there are few tunes I’ll reach over and hit ‘play again’ in the universe but one of them is definitely “The Only Living Boy in New York“. Who knows how this stuff happens.

In other news, if you order something that comes via UPS and you’ve signed up for myUPS, you can throw a little money at them to deliver it as UPS rather than turning it over to the post office. It says it probably saves you a day or two and they only charge you IF they do that. So I had a couple packages sent from Amazon with free shipping and for $3.50 I got them a day early. I was excited and yet felt virtuous. There’s an app for that (the myUPS thing, not the virtuous thing…)

Besides a copy of Mary Oliver’s Rules for the Dance, there was this:

which I’m busily getting ready to put on my iPhone…

Earlier today, in a world that exists within this one:

Leitrim Queen

In the fine tradition of love, found and lost, The County Leitrim Queen:

Her hair was like the sun-kissed gold
Her cheeks a lily hue
No prayer or chisel, brooch or pen
Could express my colleen dubh
The beauty she possessed was rare
Her affection ne’er I seen
In the love that mirrored from the eyes
Of my County Leitrim queen

If you don’t know about Thistleradio, it’s a great way to hear a broad range of Celtic music, new and old, modern and traditional. I’d heard an instrumental version of this tune there and went looking to see what it was about.

Song and Watercolor

And if fate shall break my stride, then I’ll give you my Vincent… to ride.

“1952 Vincent Black Lightning” written by the amazing Richard Thompson
Amanda Palmer – piano
Jack & Amanda Palmer – vocals
drawing & animation by David Mack