ou’ve got no friends’ my father said. ‘You need a proper job’. There was no point in arguing. But my fingers were my tools, ivory keys my colleagues and composers my friends. As a pianist I earned little, but it paid the bills.
I cannot describe the feeling I had whilst sitting at my piano upon a stage, notes flying, gliding, hovering, diving. My audience flew with me. They smiled; sometimes they wept. I wept. Such is the power of music.
I played in smoky jazz bars too, a tot of whisky and a cigarette to hand. It was so different. There, my music competed with chattering crowds. I played loudly they spoke loudly; in quiet pieces, they murmured. I stopped and they stopped! But I loved it.
Time took its toll on my overworked hands. I play little now. My piano sits ‘neath a dusty cover in the corner of my room. I occasionally play for old folk and sometimes stand in for the organist at my church. But music remains my constant companion, though now I consume rather than create. It will never desert me, never.
Katte’s quite the mistress. Get this, come here, find that, go there! She doesn’t need to say anything, her eyes and the tilt of her head say it for her!
She lost something the other day. I looked everywhere without success. Fortunately Dawg, my dog came to the rescue having located it and placed it at her feet.
As they say, cats have servants and dogs have masteresses (not sure that’s a word but I’m trying not to be gender specific!)
I inadvertently trod on Katte’s tail the other day. ‘MeOWWW!’ she screeched. A tiger would have envied the menacing state she gave me! Dawg just dawdled off to his safe place behind the sofa!
I once found her sitting here on my keyboard. She was keeping an eye on the mouse! Guess what her favourite song is. Three blind mice! Her fave movie? The Sound of Mew-sic! I’ve got loads more cat jokes for you … only kitten! Where was I? Oh yes.
Someone once said for a person to truly understand rejection they must first be ignored by a cat. No danger of that here, eh Dawg?.
Last night I went to the Party in the Park, part of my town’s annual carnival week. Today will see the procession wind its way through the streets. On Tuesday I’ll be posting pictures of the entire event!
Closer, louder, closer, louder, and here I am!
People here, there, everywhere. A thumping beat draws my gaze. A band leaps, yells, carries along a waving crowd.
A smell temps my tastebuds. Sizzling burgers, sugary doughnuts. I grab a beer then mingle.
In the funfair, gaudy machines spin, climb, swoop, soar. Kids laugh, scream. Here ghost train there, there a slide.
The hiss, bang, dazzle, and crackle of fireworks bring the evening to a close. Home beckons.