GFCH day 21 July 20
Another run-through! The hic-cups are abating somewhat. Phil has an inexhaustible supply of lewd limericks. Chairs were bandied about. And a good time was had by all.
After the chairs were moved, Randy and Layne figured out who was going to sit in them, and we did another run-through.
Layne then gathered us around and gave notes. I think he said we should trust ourselves: Don't worry about forgetting stuff, you're telling your own story, you know it, and if you have a momentary lapse, everybody has got your back.... or words to that effect, I think! Forgive me Layne if I've muddled this up!
Phil sent the words to The Bells of Hell:
And Tim sent the YouTube link for A la Claire Fontaine so we can learn the tune and hum it.
À la claire fontaine
M'en allant promener,
J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle,
Que je m'y suis baignée.
Il y a longtemps que je t'aime
Jamais je ne t'oublierai.
Sous les feuilles d'un chêne
Je me suis fait sécher,
Sur la plus haute branche,
Un rossignol chantait.
Almost there!
Another run-through! The hic-cups are abating somewhat. Phil has an inexhaustible supply of lewd limericks. Chairs were bandied about. And a good time was had by all.
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| Teague gets away from it all |
Rebekah Hall, Bear River day 22 July 21
We are the best chair-movers on the planet, as proven today in Bear River. The next piece Randy makes on us has to be called Chairs 'r Us!
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| Wayne in a contemplative moment |
George brought the house down when he donned his spelunking carbide lamp helmet!
Layne then gathered us around and gave notes. I think he said we should trust ourselves: Don't worry about forgetting stuff, you're telling your own story, you know it, and if you have a momentary lapse, everybody has got your back.... or words to that effect, I think! Forgive me Layne if I've muddled this up!
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| It's ok to turn your back on the audience |
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| Preaching to the assembled |
Phil sent the words to The Bells of Hell:
The bells of hell go dingalingaling for thee but not for me.
For me the angels singalingaling for me but not for thee:
"O Death, where is thy stingalingaling, O Grave, thy victory?"
The bells of hell go dingalingaling for thee but not for me!![]() |
| Layne, gob-smacked in the extreme! |
À la claire fontaine
M'en allant promener,
J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle,
Que je m'y suis baignée.
Il y a longtemps que je t'aime
Jamais je ne t'oublierai.
Sous les feuilles d'un chêne
Je me suis fait sécher,
Sur la plus haute branche,
Un rossignol chantait.
Almost there!









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