Election Night Singing at Inder's Place!

In addition to our regular Monday night singing, I am also hosting an Election Night Singing on Tuesday, November 4, 2008!

So, vote, and then come sing! (We'll be checking the TV periodically to see how it's going as they start tallying up those votes from the East Coast.)

The singing is at the home of Inder, Rebecca, and Steve in Oakland (Lake Merritt semi-adjacent), from 6 p.m. to 9p.m., from Denson, Cooper, and other books. There will an informal, low-pressure potluck dinner - bring a dish if you can. Non-alcoholic beverages (if you haven't heard, I am with child and on the wagon!) are also very welcome. I'll be making a big pot of mac & cheese (and maybe a pot of beans - is anyone vegan?), and my man can cook a fine chicken, so if you're too frazzled to cook on such a busy day, please come anyway! There will be tons of food.

We'll be arranging a BART pickup for anyone coming from San Francisco or beyond. I have been informed that Oakland feels like the outer reaches of space to some, but our place is actually closer to SF than our regular Berkeley singing locale! (Am I selling this hard enough?)

Email me at inder dot baudonnet at gmail dot com for exact location, directions, and carpool or BART pickup information.

BUSH - shape-note score & solo-quartet recording

I finally have my sexy new digital microphone, The Samson CO3U, & this is the trial run, a demo solo-quartet overdub of the new tune we tried to sing at Mark's house. There is a downloadable pdf file of the score here, & to download an mp3 of the below podcast-player go here. The lyrics were composed in Liverpool this July:

BUSH

On this planet I spin around in anguish & grief.

If heav'n is more beautiful than California, then I want to go.

In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf,

So like a caterpillar will my love grow.

In my vineyard plague-locusts have devoured my belief,

The cankerworm has eaten up the palmerworm, I sow only woe,

In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf,

So like a caterpillar will my love grow.

Horrible Jokes from the Halmonster, part 2

So this harp walks into a bar. He goes up to the bartender and orders
a beer. While the ancient, craggy bartender is puttering around
behind the bar, finding a glass, washing the glass, drying the glass,
the bartender starts telling the harp a story, to keep him
entertained. Well, this is one of your long, drawn-out shaggy dog
type stories. It goes on for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and the harp
still hasn't gotten his beer. Eventually, out of frustration, the
harp exclaims, "Will you quit stringing me along?!"

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See you all at singing tonight!!

Special Singing

Mark went all out in honor of Jessica Beer's visit: homemade pasta with 3 different sauces, garden salad, bread...
...baked eggplant, and a fabulous apple tart for dessert (thanks, Carolyn).
This is at least less blurry than the other picture I took before I finally gave up.