While I’m on the subject of music, last week I saw these game gals, decked out in gingham pinnies, perform a few country songs from the US of A.

CCopy of Emmylou & sidesaddle gals

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The singing workshop the next day gave me a happy feeling for a long time after. Except I couldn’t get the tune about dying after camping out of my head!




A few years ago I lost the nerve for performance. On a whim, and with no practice, I sang a few songs in public, badly. I hadn’t sung for a year or so – and didn’t for another four. I swore never to sing alone again. And indeed I went off music altogether. But slowly slowly I’m being drawn back, by friends and opportunities.

The art that my parents gave me was music. We all had music lessons, all nine of us. This was considered essential for a meaningful life. My parents had come from southern Netherlands where everyone was in a choir. Mum sang contralto. Dad sang solo baritone, and when he came to Australia he formed choirs and directed them. All through my childhood he went out two nights a week to draw out dozens of voices and weave them into beautiful pictures.

So when I’m away from it all for too long it feels like something’s wrong.

Copy of Belle Musette 1

Tonight I saw and heard some gorgeous music by Belle Musette, a Melbourne band who play all kinds of French music.

Copy of Belle Musette 2

Each time I hear something good, I’ll let you know.


Fly away and see the world

February 3, 2011

Yesterday my very dear friend flew away, with her man and a back pack and no phone. Gone to explore South America. For twelve months she’ll be away, and I’ll miss her.

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A few years ago I made a little painting in her studio.