Music and Words

The Sea Scribes at the Charity Gig with local folk singers. The experiment seemed to work as those who attended said they enjoyed it. I don’t know how much exposure it gave to our writing group but we were pleased we could help the Parkinson’s Society and may do another one next year.

I hope the people who won our books in the raffle liked their prizes. There will be another of my novels out in June and I am about to plan the launch

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Preparation

A week of getting things ready. First, the novel. I still haven’t sorted all the spacing but I’m nearly there. I keep stopping to look for cover images because it’s more fun.

Then, the charity Gig. The Sea Scribes had a rehearsal on Thursday and we now have tickets and posters. On Sunday we go to look at the hall again. The Parkinson’s society are sending literature and balloons, the St Laurence singers are already ordering tickets, now to advertise ‘Music and Words’ with local musicians and writers on Saturday 12th May at St Botolph’s Church Hall, Worthing, 7.30pm.

I need to search out some more poems and we are seeing the folk singers on Sunday to check who is willing to perform. Wish us luck!

Planning a Gig

The Sea Scribes are planning a Charity Gig in aid of Parkinson’s with readings from the group mixed with songs and music from local musicians. It’s an experiment and we don’t know how many people to expect but we hope they will remember us and,maybe, be curious enough about us to investigate our books.

Being a bunch of local authors writing in a variety of styles and publishing in a number of different ways gives folk a choice of reading matter, fiction, non fiction, fantasy, romance, mystery, historical and crime.

Also, local musicians don’t always get the exposure they deserve and this will be an opportunity for the audience to relax and join in with familiar songs as well as hearing new ones.

Worthing is becoming a hub of home grown entertainment.

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Reading poetry

Out at the Willows folk club last night to hear a great set from Cadillac Country. I had dug out a couple of old poems in case there was time and Evette squeezed me in.

Once again I forgot to take my camera and I don’t use a smart phone so there are no pictures, suffice to say Brian Winslade and his band were brilliant, such a variety of country and 60’s numbers, including two from an almostElvis! We had a couple of Jim Reeves songs that we all joined in with and, all in all, a fun time was had by all.

The poem caused some reaction as the area I wrote about was familiar to one or two people in the audience. It was written about an incident in about 1950.

Unforgettable

The day I had the slipper’s etched for ever in my brain

That morning I’d not gone to school, I’d not do that again!

That day we had a mental test and I was scared of sums

But hiding in my own garden, now, that was really dumb!

The school alerted mother and she worried where I’d gone

But I was just behind the hedge, too frightened to go home.

They found me soon and then I felt my father’s rage and spite-

He set me down upon his knee and Spanked – to teach me right.

I never ran away again, least, not ’till I was grown

Then, goodbye old grey gas works and crowded terraced homes.

I left the old canal-side that had allotments on,

I left the streets that trolley buses one -time drove along,

I left the past behind me, as people need to do

But I’ll not forget the day that I was slippered –  well,would you?

 

Remembrance Sunday

Yesterday we watched the service and march past at the Cenotaph. The royals looked extra sad but the march past was excellent.

Then, in the evening, our folk club had a remembrance theme and we had a great variety of songs, from those from the American Civil War, Elvis Presley standards, through the two World Wars, to loves lost and past times remembered. We also had poems from Bryan and one that Joan had written for our poetry anthology, “Reflections, Then and Now” about her Granddad returning from the front.

It seemed a fitting way to end the weekend. I just wish there was some way of changing the style of poppy each year. We still buy some but we have a number of them in the house and soon there will be enough for one on every coat and we will have to start throwing them away. Somehow that seems a shame.

Panto Production

Well, last night we recorded all the voices for our Christmas pantomime. I was so impressed. Many of the characters had obviously thought more about their parts and improved them since the rehearsal. It came out far more dramatic and we remembered to be the audience when required. The pleased faces when we finished told their own story.

The technical team will now add sound effects and it should go out in early December. I didn’t realise how much I would enjoy being a producer. I was even laughing at my own jokes and I’d heard them plenty of times before!

Now to make the folk club members laugh tonight. I’m going to read some humorous verses in an accent I still have to master. Sorry there’s no picture. I’m concentrating on audio and I forget the visual!