Glimpses from the past
This evening I’m able to watch the webcam pointed toward a stage in Charlottetown, where the ECMA weekend is underway. Able to listen while I cut up the stirfry for supper, able to listen while relaxing on the bed upstairs. Laptops rule!
One surprise was to see a fiddler that looked familiar, albeit a few kilos wider than when we last performed together just twenty-nine years ago. P Robinson, my partner on the string bass in orchestra class in 1972, a classmate in our B Ed program, and the guy that “borrowed” a string bass for me to play at an impromptu pub during senior week, down in the lounge at the Barn.
He’s a teacher by day, and part of a group called the “Lazy Jacks” when spare time allows. One CD to their account, and an invitation to participate in the 80-Hour Jam. I wonder what I might have done in a different time and place. My own efforts in music have been public, too, but there’s still the potential few decades ahead of me to try and tally up a few more just notes.
