a day in the life of piano monkey

130am on a boxing day night,  in the little house on the hills:  let's see if that banjo is any good? minnow got this banjo from mr. p. eliotte, a singer/guitarist man from the years gone by (60s) in manchester.  they played together for years, since minnow was a wee teenager with more hankering for 'cooler' music than chets stuff. their specialty was the music of 1940s: ragtime, al bowlley, early country, pre-rock/roll. it was the music of a man who hated the drum kit and yes, the beatles (this, i can concur).  anyways, he doesnt exactly remember when he inherited this banjo, but it's been kicking around rather quietly, without strings and couple pegs which has rusted/rotted away.  it's still loose necked, though with tweaking, it was certainly playable today. as you will see. when i decided to pick up fiddle playing, i got immensely frustrated with the bow-arm business. i never had to expose my armpits to anyone, nevermind be fixed on such position (i suppose t

my parents live in a classy buildling. but with such busy schedule, surely santa can have one bigmac meal? last freelancing location recording session, with new apogee 'geoff', please refer to craig ferguson show. haha. and i thought i saw everything in the world now. i dont think santa should have had large fries. though children cannot see below his chest on cam, if the elves arent feeling vindictive... oh the feeling of fillet steak right along with your ribcage... i was so happy to get an dental appt and got cleaning done. surely the sign of aging, i believe. shaving one sweater.  enough to make a full grown adult snarky.

for the right goodies, i dont mind looking like stalin. korean bakery goodie with ms. chung. sleepy giant taking the last look at the world, by the time he wakes, it'll be 2012. cold winter smokers. a few left nowadays. i wonder if the culture will ever survive? total non sequitur conversation of street arts. such direct answer, yes- no? after three separate trips, granny gets new walking booties!  go walk that shoes granny! no use, you lose. love, c.

winter is here! from the usual night walk with chemist :) the other day, i had funny feeling that i need to get in touch with chemist, an old friend of mine. weairdly enough, i cant never really tell how long i have known someone without serious computing- so many of my lovely friends  feel as if ive known them forever. how great is that! well, ive known him for almost three years and though i dont get to see him very often, i cant help but to be in contact when that lightening urge strikes. well well, he tells me that he just had his phd thesis defense and now moving to boston to start the new year as a postdoc! i am very proud of him and it's a shame i didnt get to see him one more time before i left yyz. but you see, it's because that one free evening, i was scheduled to meet up with one of my dear friends from undergrad years, who is also wrapping up her thesis, totally buried and had to make inhumane effort to come above the water- but she did, yay! was a great meeting

mrs santa hustling before noon. i bet she wishes she can take that back at 3pm, on 2nd shopping wknd of december. i remember thinking that december, i will catch on with you. i will dig my heels down and think about the important things and put period on every sentence i began this year. i will write cards and see people, catch up with life and thank the appropriate people for enriching my life. realistically, i didnt get to do much of it! i dont really understand what have happened! school finished a bit early this year and i did take plenty of odd pictures which made me laugh. but the first two weeks seriously flew off.  i learned a new lutoslawski piece for violin/piano. i played for young, ambitious and hard-working musicians in the most pleasant manner. i didnt make it to the bassoon bonanza this year thanks to developing cold. i barely saw some people i desperately wanted to see. in a sense, i had just enough time to book dental appointments, do laundry, pay bills and pack,