(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUgoBb8m1eE)
Elgar`s Nimrod proves that by getting enough people to join and put their breath into something, one can take the saddest, most hesitant of themes and turn it into a roar of triumph. (The addition of timpani is also helpful).
-I failed at making soup today. Not a complete failure, but I thought for sure I had this whole soup business figured out. If a soup is merely “edible” but falls well short of “mmm this sure soup is good” then what is the point of … can you see what I’m blogging about? Guhhh. Dude.
-I’ve started using the Kindle I received for Christmas. Last night I reflexively put a bookmark between the screen and its cover. I didn’t correct myself. In fact I’ll probably continue doing it as part of some vague, unspoken protest.
-I want to draw stuff. Can’t do it.
-I get internally angry at people who don’t take care of their expensive boots. POLISH YOUR F***ING BOOTS. Polish them.
-Blah.
Posting this mostly for @jeffoccasionally. A 1932 National Duolian came in for a tune-up. Am I listening to Son House while working? Yup. Did I try a few bars of Blind Willie Johnson’s Dark Was the Night? I sure did.
Drawing portraits for people with exceptional makeup skills adds another layer of trepidation, because not only do you have to capture a likeness, but you also have try and match their ability to create perfect brows.
Wulter Bass, refurbished, dyed indigo and half gilded in copper leaf – rather spectacular
This is beautiful! You should try this!
It’s lovely, but I don’t want to be known as the guy who stains old cellos blue! (Blue aniline dye fades extremely quickly- it just disappears, like on an old Pepsi can by the side of the road, you end up with yellows and reds.)
-I try to limit the amount of political commentary I post but you KNOW I have seething opinions. I think many people use tumblr as an escape and I feel protective of a lot of you. A whole bunch of my followers are facing a frightening future if not immediate peril. I was thinking the other day about how many creative people I’ve encountered on here – people I’ve had the opportunity to see grow into amazing artists, and thinkers, and makers, and do-ers. It’s humbling.
-I just got a text from a woman who wants to swing by and pick up her ukulele. It took a second for me to figure out what was going on because I couldn’t recognize the name. I completed the work back in February of 2014…
Aware of their puppy privilege and being exceptionally good allies. 🙂
Advantage of having extendo-arms – I’m capable of taking birds’ eye photos without standing on anything.
A ukulele side broke on me today. It’s been years, and I guess it’s a good when you’ve become proficient enough with a craft that you’re surprised when something goes wrong. I’m just glad I had a spare, but re-dos are always annoying.
Lachrimaestro 