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Failing to soothe the savage breast [Nov. 5th, 2015|10:09 pm]
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Last night we took ourselves and our coughs to the Sage to hear Aly Bain, Ale Möller and Bruce Molsky: a Shetland fiddler, a Swedish multi-instrumentalist and an American old-timey musician ("from a little village south of New York - it's called the Bronx"). Three fantastic musicians, and a rich mix of traditions. Sometimes it sounds like this:



The video (of a show at Lerwick's Mareel) seems to be using a fixed camera; last night Aly Bain was wearing bright white trainers which shone in the spotlight, as if they were dancing of their own volition while he listened to the other two playing. But you can tell from the video that they are really enjoying playing together, and responding to each other's input. Which is why, for example, Bruce Molsky, very apologetically ("it's just a pop song - something I'd been singing in soundchecks - but Ale said I should sing it..."), sang Abraham, Martin and John, and why they paired it with a tune from Fetlar, because it seemed to be a good fit.

So, anyway, the music was great, and I wasn't. I felt less guilty when I realised, from the amount of coughing all round the audience, that I wasn't the only person there who had decided that they weren't going to miss this show, cough or no cough. But it wasn't pleasant, and I did seem to be coughing constantly (more than I am tonight, for example, though tonight is still not good). As we left the hall, durham_rambler suggested that the drying effect of the air conditioning had been adding to the problem, and that's quite plausible, both on the face of it and because of how it accounts for symptoms of which I'll spare you the description. And although I felt a bit better as soon as we were out of the building, I had a pretty rough night.

Which is why durham_rambler phoned S. and invited her to accomkpany him to tonight's Ewan MacColl tribute concert in my place. I had been looking forward to it, and I'm naturally disappointed, but right now I'm just glad I can cough if I need to, and take some cough linctus, and go to bed when I'm ready -

- which would be now, actually.
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[User Picture]From: shewhomust
2015-11-06 09:50 am (UTC)
I can't see me writing about fashion. About clothes, hmm, perhaps, but fashion? No.

I, too, love the interplay between musicians having fun together. And live music in general.

The pharmacist says, if it isn't better in two or three weeks, see the doctor. Two or three weeks seems like a very long time, but Monday will be the end of two weeks, and if there is no improvement by then, I will go to the doctor. But although it is unpleasant, it isn't anything very special - I'm hearing lots of coughing around me wherever I go!

Have a wonderful weekend!

Last night was bonfire night. The fireworks made a great noise, but I saw nothing. I remembered our evening with you and M. Cro Magnon in your ringside seat for the fireworks...
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