While Junior was looking out for the safety of sunbathers, Mama was getting her hair cut. Not that anyone will notice, of course...
It was a few inches shy of my ankles. Now it's "only" a few inches past my knees. Ah, I know what you're thinking! Yes, it would make an interesting yarn, but there's no way I'm going to test that theory. If I ever cut my hair, my eyebrows will fall to my chin and I'll land on my face.
Counterbalance, you know.
So, what's new in your world? Clan silfert is getting into the groove, music-wise. Played for a blues festival and got a rather... interesting compliment. A guy told me that he'd been sweating his, er... "special purpose" off until he heard me sing. Then he got goosebumps. Hopefully not in the same place, but I failed to ask.
Got some senior center gigs lined up over the next few months. These are situations that I look forward to, but they make me sad at the same time. Many of the residents are suffering from advanced Alzheimer's or other ailments that lock them inside themselves. If you're looking for thunderous applause, a nursing home is not the place to play. You go because you know that there's someone in there, even if you can't see them on the surface. You go because everyone deserves something to brighten their day.
You go because you'd want someone to do the same thing for you, even if you cry all the way home.
I think my favorite part of making music for other people is the spark. Take the song, "It's Been A Long, Long Time". I love to sing that one. I especially love to sing the introduction, because not many people remember it. They listen with polite smiles until the main body of the song kicks in, and then you can see the spark. "Oh! I remember this one!" I've seen people sing along, wipe their eyes, even get up and dance.
Forget locomotives. It's music that's really powerful.