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Day 19. ‘Betwixt the sad and philosophical, a smile.’

Laurel and Hardy danced a hearty calamity upon my roof. It seemed to my untrained ear that the gents charged with installing the new cooling system at my home had all the dexterity of elephants threading a sewing needle.
In a loud booming Australian drawl I hear, “oh sh*t, bro!” The accent, mixed with Kiwi idiosyncrasy somewhat incongruous, but they persist.
“What, bro!”
“I missed a point!”
“Ohh for sh*t’s sake bro
.”
“Yeah I know bro, I’m sh*t.”
“Yeah you are bro, you’re sh*
t.”
In a loud hushed whisper comes, ” Shhhhh, check your sh*t bro, I think the chick can hear you.”
“Oh shit bro, really?”

I summoned my best Miss Priss and replied through the open window, “yes, I can hear you gentleman.”
A momentary awkward silence, then two faces slid over the roof edge and peered into my office window. The upside down grins and cheeky apologies hard to refuse, not that I was in the least bit offended in the first place. The gift of a smile, and a good job to boot. More days like these 🙂

Until tomorrow,
Stevie x

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Day 18. ‘Perspective’

There is nothing like unwanted news to bring our own lives into perspective. In recent times I have become much better at allowing things that I find irksome to pass on by. It’s rarely worth your peace of mind to do otherwise. Where I, you, all of us sit in the grand scheme of things is spectacularly pointed out in Carl Sagan’s “The Pale Blue Dot.”
“…there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.” — Carl Sagan, speech at Cornell University, October 13, 1994.
I can hear some audible sighs of “it’s the philosophical day.” Yeahhhhhhh a tad perhaps, but it is that kinda day. There is a calamity upon my roof as we speak making all other work impossible…..fodder for another day 🙂

Until tomorrow,
Stevie x

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Day 17. ‘The saddest of days’

Most of us in the blues community knew of the great man’s illness. And whilst the news is not unexpected, it is still awfully hard to hear. His unbelievable talent and kindness emanated from every pore of his skin.

R.I.P, Chris Wilson, your song will live forever.

Stevie. x

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Day 16. ‘The audition’

Of late I have found myself drawn back to my classical guitar days. Dusting off some old Bach scores to have a bit of a play, I came across some ‘tanty teenage text’ I scrawled in temper after my audition for the Victorian College of the Arts. I’d spent a long time preparing for that day, and I wanted it more than oxygen. Entering the auditorium was a daunting experience. It was one of only two occasions I would ever wear a long dress and heels, and the loud clacking of my feet across the shiny floorboards was horribly disconcerting.
It took me a little bit to get comfortable in my unaccustomed attire, but once I got past the fidgets I was ready to rock n roll. 🙂 There’s a critical moment, the first twenty seconds. It really sets your compass for all to come and my first twenty felt great. Calm, relaxed and doing what I’d prepared for. The first piece went without a hitch, and as I waited for the panel to finish making their notes, I thought to myself, “you’ve got this.”
Halfway into the next piece, the aforementioned Bach Lute Suites, I started to peruse than the panel. Putting faces in context. Where I had seen them play, who they were, ya know……..as ya do when the most important day of your life is upon you. Too late my brain yelled at me, “hey knucklehead pay attention to us!!!” I went a complete blank and forgot what I was doing. My response was to start singing the notes for the next four, and most excruciating bars of my life. Mercifully my hands found their way back, but the damage was done. By the end of the piece my face had caught fire and I wanted to fall through the floor and off the planet. The awful silence from my panel, slash executioners was enough to bring tears to my eyes. All but one sat like stony-faced gargoyles, the percussionist for the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra. He cleared his throat, getting my attention from the floor, and asked with a big grin if I would like to play my final piece. To myself, “oh not bloody really, no I would not.” I finished rather aptly with Ravel’s Pavane pour une Infante défunte (Pavane for a Dead Princess). The walk to the door seemed interminable. My hasty, clip-clop clumsy feet a thousand times louder than before. It was fair to say I was shattered. It took me a week to open the letter that came. ‘Dear Miss Paige I have pleasure in informing you…..’ It was the happiest day of my life. And now I’m a blues/soul singer! Go figure 😀 So just remember even if the shark has taken your foot, just keep swimming, and never say never.

Until tomorrow,

Stevie. x

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Day 15. ‘Choosing happy’

Are ya still with me tree people? My parents are huge Neil Diamond fans, maybe some of you will get that reference. 🙂
A friend remarked to me the other day quite apropos of nothing, that my constant state of happy really got on her nerves. I took this as it was intended, mostly in jest but with a hint of argggg. In the main, I would have to say it is true. Like everyone I certainly have my moments, and a couple of those had me running for the forest of seclusion last year. Once there I dug myself a Hobbit hole (and an extra, more permanent one for my nemesis) to take time to breathe. Thinking on what my friend ribbed me with, I’d have to say it is a conscious choice. A big part of my frivolous posting is the desire to lighten moods, both mine and people who come across me. So now that I am once again feeling buoyed, I shall return to the forest and dig that person out.

Until tomorrow,

Stevie. x

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Day 14. ‘Transmission interruption’

Today’s broadcast is interrupted due to inclement brain activity.
Regular services will return tomorrow.

Until then,

Stevie. x

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Day 13. ‘The selfie self indulge’

Today’s little ramble was inspired by Facebook friend Rob Ellig. (Sorry Rob, there’s no discretion when I’m in hot pursuit of blog material. 🙂 )
I’ve never taken a selfie. I never will. To be honest, I’m not sure if it is a lack of ego or too much. Yet I’m happy enough to chatter on with a blog post, and I guess that’s just as self-indulgent as selfies. It’s just ‘writies‘, but not yet coined? The downside of a blog is the one-way chat. If I was to sit across the table from you, I’d be grilling you left and right about all manner of things. So let’s try this. What do you guys think of self-photography?

Until tomorrow,

Stevie. x

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Day 12. ‘The ebb and flow of gusto’

usto. That feeling of energy to burn. Just knowing that if you flap your arms hard enough you’ll actually fly when you jump off that roof. Today isn’t that day. I’ve been looking at my sock draw off and on wondering if I can open it. These are what I term pedestrian days. The white flag is raised on refusal and I have succumbed to acceptance. 🙂 If you’re looking for a bit of Netflix fun, try Watership Down. I loved this book when I was a kid. Even with my adult pants on, I still love this story. Hazel Rah! <3
I’ll leave you with a picture of cutness overload I stole from Steve Long.

Until tomorrow,

Stevie. x

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Day 11. ‘<3 The monster, and your Friday funny’

I’ve finished tracking my ‘monster song.’ String quartet, drums, percussion, bass, piano, numerous guitar bits, both nylon and electric, and vocal things.
Sometimes creativity can be hindered by trying to fit your genre. It’s something I’ve never been especially good at and I know I am not Robinson Crusoe on that score. (Pardon the pun, but not bad!) A wonderful sense of peace is to be found in ignoring the invisible ‘they.’ For a complete non-entity, it is surprising how efficient ‘they’ can be at creating roadblocks. Frankly, I don’t know what this song is, but I am having loads of fun with it.
And my genre? Is just the sum of all parts of an interesting musical life.
Mixing begins tomorrow. I love this bit. Much safer than kitchen mixing. I once set fire to over 3 acres of land in a bit of a mishap. A story for another day. Here’s a totally unrelated pic for today’s story. (Stolen from my friend Rowan, ta.) I just thought it was a good Friday funny.

Until tomorrow,

Stevie. x

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Day 10. ‘Blog block’

Yep, Ms. Wafflelots has lost her jibber jabber.
A lot of vocals were put in the can today, so I’ll blame that for my lack of chatterflack. Yes, they are words! (C) Paigepedia :p
Thank you for your continued indulgence 🙂

Until tomorrow,

Stevie. x