Saturday Scaredy-Cats November 10, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , trackbackI don’t want to go to the outside world today. I want to stay in my warm, comfy bubble. I want to write. I really want to write. Instead, I am going to Folkestone. That, in itself, would not be a bad thing. The trouble is that I do not actually know where Folkestone is. On the edge somewhere, I think.
Reader, if you never hear from me again, I will have died in a sea of sardine sarnies, surrounded by warbling sopranos. Your worst nightmare too, eh? What a curious coincidence.
A few weeks ago, I was looking forward to this day of musical adventure, the thrill of meeting new people. Musician-y people. But now I’m all twitchy. I don’t really like meeting new people. People are quite scary. Horrid too, sometimes. I suspect that there will be no giggling foray to the pub for lunch. Instead, there will be ‘church tea’, watered down so as not to overexcite anyone. I will be the only one who has not taken a packed lunch and will have to share someone’s sandwiches. The sandwiches will contain margarine and pilchards and Spam but I will not realise this until they are refusing to go down the hatch. They will get stuck in my teeth and get blown around the room when I play my flute. Oh dear.
I wish I could be more oomphy. I wish I could grab the initial excitement that fills me at the prospect of doing new stuff. Instead, my stomach is churning as I just know that I’ll get lost on the way, rush in late, drop my music so that it’s all shuffled up and thus play the wrong piece at the wrong time. People will notice that I’m a spaz and my face will go all red.
Sigh.
The dog has decided that he will accompany me on this musical mission. He is quite proficient on the bassoon. He has been all along, apparently, I just never thought to ask him. I’m so crap. Who needs the outside world when they’ve got a bassoon-playing pooch anyway?
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Go flaunt your stuff, you flautist you. And if it all gets too much, I hear there’s a very good train near there that will take you to a whole new country with a very good line in sarnies …. and wine:-)
Enjoy the day:-)
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“I wish I could grab the initial excitement that fills me at the prospect of doing new stuff.”
I know exactly what you mean! I always get excited signing up for new stuff to meet new people until I actually have to do it.
So you play the flute, eh? Once upon a time I played too (very poorly). What’s are you playing for? Have fun and good luck!
Lane - consider it flaunted. But don’t mention the ‘F’ word - I’m determined to go to the Christmas fair in Lille next month. Will be beating lovely bf about the head later as a persuasion tactic!
Angie - ooh, a fellow flautist, how fab. It was the first ‘performance’ of a piece which was quite exciting. The composer had only ever heard it in his head or as a computer-generated rendition. It was rather thrilling to see the excitement on his face. ‘It’s just as I imagined it,’ he kept exclaiming. New people can be worrying, can’t they? Glad I’m not the only one to feel like that.
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Sardines and Spam…YUMMMMY. Just give me some extra mayo with that, and make sure it’s on squishy white bread, and I’m SO THERE! I look forward to the release of ‘Me and My Dog…flute and bassoon’ a musical extravaganza sure to make you millions!
“margarine and pilchards and Spam ”
oooh! yum, yum! Is this typical English fare, then?
What instrument do you play? A writer AND a musician - multi talented!!
Karen, your foodie tastes are more scary than your taste in doggy duets!
Rebecca - I’m a flute-tootler, for my sins. Full of hot air, or something…
Ha - I play the flute too but have not picked it up in a few years so am probably hideously rusty!! I have to admit here that I really wanted to learn to play the sax but my Dad got a bit confused and came home with a flute instead (Yeah - really easy mistake to make because you know….they are so similar!!).
Well done you for going for it - and good luck (not that you’ll need it!!)
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Carol - flute, sax, yeah. I can see the similarity
Men, eh?
Guess what. I have a flute languishing in it’s case upstairs too. Do you ever get asked if it’s a snooker cue because I used to get asked that quite a bit. Presumably snooker cues are collapsible or something….
I tinkle on the old ivories too. Not at concert pianist standards or anything, but enough to provide the music for the local kids’ am-dram group. I don’t know about you, but I do enjoy the ‘buzz’ of seeing people enjoy our ‘performances’.
Hey Nez - fellow flautists eh? Coolio. Ugh, God, how many times with the snooker cue thing? People think they’re so funny. Like we really look the type to be walking about with screw-upable snooker cues?
Am mighty jealous that you can play the piano - it’s one of the things I’m determined to do. I might need to buy a piano first though. And, um, win the lottery to pay for said piano. Sigh. You’re right though - there’s a real buzz about doing any sort of ‘performance’ for people. I used to do loads of shows and it was always the children’s ones that were most fun. Hmmm… not sure that sounds terribly rock ‘n’ roll but never mind, eh?
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