Music and Words

A great night at the Willows in Arundel yesterday. Both Ben and I read a poem from the anthology and appreciated the brilliant set by Jo and Graham. In fact, all the singers were good that evening and the atmosphere was superb. We even had celebratory chocolate cake for the one year party. Now the Willows meet twice a month instead of weekly so it is necessary to check the dates.

Yvette and Friends are hosting an open mike night on 6th September and Trevor Clawson is the spotlight on 20th. He sang two of his self-penned songs last night as a taster – very good.

anthology success

I have had the books for three days and have almost sold the first 50 copies. Who says poetry doesn’t sell? Mind you, I did target folk who have read our stuff before. Some even thanked me for approaching them! This is so much easier than trying to shift novels. Thanks for all the advertising. Sorry I can’t send any to the States. It would cost more to post than they were worth and I’m not ebooking them. Now to concentrate on the pantomime!

The Band

Good music lifts the spirit or soothes the soul

The steady heartbeat of the double bass

A bell-like banjo tinkling out a rhythm

While racing drums that stir the listener’s blood

Cause feet to stamp and hands to clap in time.

The mournful trombone adds its rousing sound

A vibrant trumpet next takes up the tune

But, over all, the soaring clarinet

Makes listening live to jazz a pure delight.

We may arrive in tired or harassed mood

But hearing this great band has done us good.

anthology

I now have 50 copies of our anthology, “Reflections, Then and Now” to start distributing. A few will come to the jazz with us tonight. Then I’ll have to get some envelopes for the ones ordered that need posting. I actually sold the first copy in the printers’ while I was collecting them. I showed it to another customer and he bought it on the spot!

“That’s the way to do it!” I never stop feeling excited when I publish a new book and maybe my enthusiasm is catching. The friend who did the cartoons hasn’t seen the finished product yet. She’ll be there tonight so I hope she likes it. I suppose I am a dreaded vanity publisher but the others haven’t contributed any money. They will have to pay for all but the first copy. I should make a small profit which will go to charity.

As long as I see it in print I’m happy, especially as all our other books are listed in the back. I have taken the advice to put contact details inside. I’ll put an example in my next post.

Mysteries

What a strange day, yesterday. While hubby and I were in Tesco’s, in the line to pay, I commented to the attractive young lady in front of us how beautiful her purchases of bunches of iris’s were. She said they were a bargain. We chatted for a while and then, once she had bought them, she presented me with one of them!

I must admit, I felt a little uncomfortable but they are here on the table and still look great.

As for the anthology, I am getting more pre-orders from folk who trust my writing. At this rate we will soon sell 100 copies!

Happenings

News about the panto and the poetry anthology yesterday. The anthology is with the printer and I should see a draft next week. I had great fun looking at potential borders on the computer but left it to him in the end as I could have been there for hours. He showed me how to drag and drop in windows. I wish I knew more about computers!

Then the technician at the talking newspaper gave me some advice about turning a panto into something for audio. I need to add a lot more that I assumed people would know was happening by putting it into the dialogue. It turned out that not everyone has seen the film ( a very common children’s story that I took from the book) I’ll let you know which one nearer the time. The film was a musical but I’m not having music – just sound effects!

Then, last night we were treated to a splendid evening with the Blue Coconut Orchestra at the Willows Folk Club. Brilliant musicians.We are singing again tonight with the surgery group – must be good for us!

Poem – WAR

“What did you do in the war, Daddy?””It all depends which war you mean.”

“They said there was mud and tanks, Daddy.Did you hear the wounded scream?

“Was it terrible in the trenches, Daddy. Did your friends and comrades die?”

“I wasn’t alive for that, son, but it made your Grandma cry.”

“So, what was the war you were in, Daddy? Did you march, or fly a plane?

“Did you struggle home on a boat, Daddy, and who was it to blame?”

“I was only a baby, then, son. I was far too young to fight,

But the enemy sent some planes and bombs that gave us an awful fright.

The battle then was won, son. The wars are different now.

There’s still folk who want to harm us and I’ll try to warn you how.

If people tend to disagree they no longer compromise

Instead they use weapons of hate to distribute their lies

On internet across the world  -so, they are with us, here.

We all have to be vigilant, our enemies are near.

We want to trust the folk we meet, but even those who care

Find ignorance and greed combine to bring destruction there.

For many weeks the news has led with terror and with pain

It makes one wonder if our wars will ever end again.”