Paul, Lorraine, Mike and LOJO!!!
The gig tonight was wonderful fun! After some initial confusion about whose gig it actually WAS, and who was playing, and when, we got down to the serious business of ROCK.
I love it when Lojo comes to town. Don't get to see enough of her. Adore her as a friend, and love doing shows with her. It was great tonight, as generally, she comes up to play with me when Paul has a conflict and he misses her. I had thought she was playing with someone else, and Paul and I were maybe sitting in a tune or two, but oh no, crafty little thing that she is , WE were her co-horts for the evening.
Suited me just fine. Later in the night Mike Metheney (I know I am spelling that wrong) joined in, which I loved, have heard him play a lot, but never had much of a chance to really do some tunes. Big Band!!!!!!!
The best bit about it, was we all know a lot of the same songs. Only in different styles and keys. In a show like this, you never know what you will be playing. Shooting from the hip. We did Ride On, a song I love, and we all had versions of, only something happened, and we played it like none of us had ever played it before, a complete creation, right there live. Brilliant it was, if I do say so...Total improv.
Makes one a better player. Place was packed, and saw a lot of old friends and made some new ones. Perfect.
Here's you next chapter of Haunted....Something to wake up and have with your coffee...
If you want to know more, it's working..
"Where were you last night", you asked me.You asked me with fangs, and with claws. Fangs in my throat and claws across my chest. You are never subtle with your inquiries but you cannot fly just yet this evening and without your wings you are not strong enough to hold me.
You are not strong enough at all these nights, I am thinking and I worry.
Lie down , back in the bed, pull the covers, and the furs up close, drink this and listen. I will tell you where I have been....
Once long ago there was a girl , the good younger sister, ( as they always are, and yes, of course there was a bad older sister ) and this younger sister found an old women walking along the road and , was kind to the old women ( as they always are ) and was gifted by the old women, as the old women was a fairy ( as ever they are ) and the gift was for every word she spoke. another jewel would come from her mouth.
( the rude older sister, who was inevitably cruel to the old women, you ask? The stories say she was cursed, for every word she spoke a snake or a spider or a bat or a beetle would come from her mouth )
Now this good girl, for every word, a jewel, loose jewels, and rings, necklaces, a pin, things for her ears , ropes of jewels and anklets, came from her mouth, until there were too many, far to many and she died. For who could live for long decked so?
Such are fairy gifts to mortals. Even the well meaning ones never stop to think.
I know where this girl died, alone, and forgotten. Her bones , and jewels left in a cave far away from anywhere, away in the place all the stories come from. That's where I found her, late last night.
Her bones of course, sadly, were long gone but I have brought you the jewels to play with tonight. Rubies for you neck, red as blood and hot as fever. Emeralds, green like your eyes, the way they shine in the darkness. Purple stones for your fingers, fingers long and soft that tickle so when they run down my back and pearls as tender as moonlight.
I have brought you stones as black as every night that same moon is dark and diamonds , one for every star that shines in the sky, and in my eyes when I look at you. And sapphires, each with a tiny blue flame deep within, ever burning , ever reaching, ever hungry ever dying to be really truly free. The opals that shine a different colour every time the candles flicker and agates, which have a magic all of their own.
Deck yourself in my jewels and take them for your own, you are not mortal and they will not hurt you, watch in your mirror as they change and glow and shine and sparkle. Run your fingers over the pearls and drink the drops that run from your fingers. Turn ruby's to wine, rich and dark and red and take strength from all that they have to give.
And so, you will feel better. Soon. Very soon.
When you are well, I shall take you to where the older sister still lives, for she was not cursed now was she? She yet lives with her snakes, her spiders, her bats and the beetles.
We will go and visit them.