I’m haunted. I’m haunted by the cars I have lost.
Well, nearly. I’m no longer in a position to maintain my car. It’s a lovely beast, but no longer fit for purpose. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m haunted. I’m haunted by the cars I have lost.
Well, nearly. I’m no longer in a position to maintain my car. It’s a lovely beast, but no longer fit for purpose. Read the rest of this entry »
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All the Rest, My Car and other domestic bliss | Tagged: Aldridge, Andrew Clayton, bouzouki, car, donation, guitar, instrument, music, playing, repair, Walsall |
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I’m making a guitar. Not a thing of beauty and loveliness with a tone to make grown boys cry, but a harsh slapdash half conceived stab in the dark.
Allow me to elaborate. Read the rest of this entry »
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All the Rest | Tagged: amateurish, Andrew Clayton, B&Q, cigar box, DIY, guitar, hamfisted, music, open tuning, playing, project, redneck, Ryman, woodwork |
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I have a bouzouki. It has eight strings, and tunes like a violin or a mandolin, but an octave lower.
So, the thing is with a little practise my bouzouki playing is becoming less rubbish, and more acceptable to human hearing. Read the rest of this entry »
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All the Rest, Christianity and Church | Tagged: acceptance, Andrew Clayton, belief, bouzouki, church, creative god, guitar, mandolin, music, open mic, passions, playing, practise, religion, solo |
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