A Musican in the Family

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  • teamsaint
    Full Member
    • Nov 2010
    • 25231

    #16
    Originally posted by Thropplenoggin View Post
    Smiley of the day.

    I once sat through five, (count em FIVE) metal bands at the NEC arena, Metal sprog's half term treat !!)
    I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.

    I am not a number, I am a free man.

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    • Serial_Apologist
      Full Member
      • Dec 2010
      • 37857

      #17
      Originally posted by teamsaint View Post

      Gamba: I thought this tune might combine your interests in cello, Classical, and Heavy Metal. Enjoy. I think they are terrific !!
      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf2aIVKp1OY
      You've probably just blown up salymap's computer!

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      • teamsaint
        Full Member
        • Nov 2010
        • 25231

        #18
        Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post
        You've probably just blown up salymap's computer!

        oh dear, I never thought of that. Her PC seems to be permanently on the edge as it is.
        Sorry if anybody's hard drive overloaded.
        I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.

        I am not a number, I am a free man.

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        • salymap
          Late member
          • Nov 2010
          • 5969

          #19
          Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post
          My mother was a very fine pianist, who gained her LRAM in 1926. Herbert Howells was on the adjudication panel: by coincidence, he is related to our family through marriage, as I mentioned elsewhere - or, rather, semi-coincidence, given that it would be another 11 years before she and my dad would meet up. I haven't the heart to throw away all her college papers, though she passed away in 1985, asged 80. She had her own Saltburn Ladies' Orchestra - I have some newspaper clippings on concerts they did - and once told me that she did a broadcast for the BBC wireless. After marrying she gave up playing professionally, and, sadly, never again took it up, though she did a bit of teaching, and would wheel out the Chopin, Brahms and Schumann miniatures she excelled in performing for visiting friends. She actually told me, once, that she did not enjoy playing - which, to me, who loves playing but is no good at it because I was too damn lazy as a child to learn my scales - seems odd; but the impression I gleaned is that once her talent was discovered at a young age, her parents used her as a showcase to display family status. Really sad.
          Thatis rather sad S_A. My mother's younger sister had a goodteacher but no college training. However she found a job in a Bromley cinema, where she met her husband,a violinist.I'm not saying she was up to your mother's standard but Muir Mathieson said once that the cinema musicians were very proficient.
          However with four children and a house to run she dropped all her music. Her husband, however,continued with his quartet and occasional engagements. Sad really for her.


          no, I didn't risk that. Gambino's lot was enough for today

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          • Thropplenoggin
            Full Member
            • Mar 2013
            • 1587

            #20
            Originally posted by teamsaint View Post
            Smiley of the day.

            I once sat through five, (count em FIVE) metal bands at the NEC arena, Metal sprog's half term treat !!)
            Thropplenoggin's pater, an Iron Maiden fan, took teenage sons + friend to see 'the Maiden' at the NEC with support from Anthrax; he also took us to see Pink Floyd at Wembley. A naive child, I enquired what the source of that sweet smell was infusing the air behind us...
            It loved to happen. -- Marcus Aurelius

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            • teamsaint
              Full Member
              • Nov 2010
              • 25231

              #21
              Originally posted by Thropplenoggin View Post
              Thropplenoggin's pater, an Iron Maiden fan, took teenage sons + friend to see 'the Maiden' at the NEC with support from Anthrax; he also took us to see Pink Floyd at Wembley. A naive child, I enquired what the source of that sweet smell was infusing the air behind us...
              Ah Bless !! If it was Maidens heyday, it was probably the sweet smell of success.......... or something.....
              I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.

              I am not a number, I am a free man.

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              • Thropplenoggin
                Full Member
                • Mar 2013
                • 1587

                #22
                Originally posted by teamsaint View Post
                Ah Bless !! If it was Maidens heyday, it was probably the sweet smell of success.......... or something.....
                The intoxicating fumes were at the Floyd gig - I believe the term is "exotic cheroot".
                It loved to happen. -- Marcus Aurelius

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                • Serial_Apologist
                  Full Member
                  • Dec 2010
                  • 37857

                  #23
                  Originally posted by Thropplenoggin View Post
                  The intoxicating fumes were at the Floyd gig - I believe the term is "exotic cheroot".
                  I saw Shakti at a theatre in Southend. Sweet smells emanated from the stage. Turning to my companion, I noted that the suppliers of the joss sticks were not mentioned in the programme.

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                  • teamsaint
                    Full Member
                    • Nov 2010
                    • 25231

                    #24
                    OT, I'm afraid, but I was dragged along to see Jethro Tull at the RAH on 1980 or 81.
                    I was the only one there who wasn't stoned.
                    I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.

                    I am not a number, I am a free man.

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