The music session this afternoon started off a bit of a nightmare as the tunes were all played at fifty notes to the second, but I kept up with a couple and relied on bashing out chords (up to three different ones per tune. Yes, really!) for the rest.
The main things are:
1. I enjoyed it.
2. I didn’t spoil it!
Wonder if I’ll be asked again . . .
The mix of fiddle, guitar, mandola and mandolin sounded damn good and the locals in the pub enjoyed it, as did the staff and landlady. A bonus when one starts banging out tunes in a pub.
So that was me playing out with the musical grown-ups. I felt a bit like a character in a scene from a Laurel and Hardy or Buster Keaton film, hand-levering a railway car along the tracks after – or away from – a train.
The thing I found, as in the film example, not to give up!
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