God Bless Soul Papa and Mini Me and their penchant for late sleeping.
Because Soul Mama, inspired by a session at the Irish Cultural Center last night in Canton, woke up early and sought to fill holes in the repertoire.
This morning, learned:
The New Policemen
Humours of Ballyconnell
High Road to Linton
Half learned (no such thing--blog coming on that, on Nov. 24):
If There Weren't Any Women in the World
And read through a bunch of others. Being able to read music does open up a world of tunes.
But some things are much more important than new tunes. For example: When your next door neighbor calls and offers freshly baked muffins and hot coffee.
Goodbye flute, good bye tunes. There's food!