Mood:
amorousWhat a magical afternoon was had yesterday as we were accompaning Mr. Craig Robertson at the Ukulele Soiree in the stunning Forsyth Chapel of Forest Hills Cemetery in Boston! The chapel itself was simply lovely...all dark wood, stained glass, vaulted ceilings, and gothic arches. It was so lovely, in fact, that I found myself feeling almost irreverent to be having so much fun in such a beautiful chapel. Nevertheless, the sound was amazing. Miss Kitty's soaring saw solos tickled the very rafters. Karen broke out her ukulele in what I believe was her first, public, musical uke-ing...stupendous. We're going to have to watch out for her! Though there were three seperate but equal accidents involving my music stand and the floor-ending up with a dead lightbulb-I think I managed to eke out a few passable notes from the darkness.
Craig, as usual, did what he does best...which is to look natty as heck while a-singing and a-strumming.
Our billmates, Rick Russo and the Mai Tai Serenader (now that's what I call slide guitar playing...zowee!), and Greg Hawkes & Tim Mann, were all as enchanting as ever. The audience seemed quite taken with the whole affair.
Everyone was so nice afterwards, too.
We'd like to heartily thank Craig, Cecily Miller, Nini Colmore, Abigail Norman, and all the great folk out at Forest Hills for allowing us to be a part of such a wonderful event!
Stay tuned for photos...including one which documents the best tache in the place. (And no, it's still not on Mr. Russo.)
Ok, so I know lots of people despise Valentine's Day. I've hated it myself in the past...and still see it as mainly an advertisers' holiday. But regardless, I hope you know that you can always count on me. I have something for you that is much better than any old box of stale, inferior quality chocolates, or crazy pop-up card with smiling animals in clothes. What could possibly be better than that, you ask? Why, a special Valentine's Day cupid, silly!
Don't say we never gave you anything!
