Internal date night

I’m cooking a candlelit supper thing tonight. Apparently it’s something I promised to do for Valentine’s Day, and it seems I’m running out of reasons to postpone it. I don’t mind really. I like cooking and I like cooking for Philippa, so it shouldn’t be a chore. But at some point this week I had got it into my head that I would be allowed to have the evening out watching a local band that I like. The drummer is far too good to be wasting his time with a covers group from Suffolk, and I imagine he’ll notice that soon and allow himself to be poached by a better band, so I like to go and watch them whenever they’re on, while I still can. I’d quite like to have a chat with him, as one sticks-man to another, but me talking to him would be a bit like a local village cricketer having a chat with Ian Botham about the mechanics of bowling. He really is terribly good.

I’ve got back into the skins recently, and I’ve been trying to use some of the many free online YouTube lessons to learn a few things, but I’ve noticed something about them. They’re normally recorded by people who work for a company that provides instruments, so most of the video is basically an extended sales pitch, and they also overestimate the abilities of the average person viewing and trying to play along. They’ll start by saying ‘this is a really simple pattern, with a cross-over in the fourth bar” and then proceed to do something that requires at least three elbow dislocations to achieve. At which point I give up, and go back to watching comedy.

RC 25-5-19