The sound track of my life
Nov. 14th, 2010 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgHusband has a gig coming up to play in the orchestra pit for a live production of My Fair Lady. Yep, he does it all, and before you ask, he used to play cello in a classical orchestra in South Australia so I really mean everything. Modern and trad jazz, church choir, European folk music, heavy metal, bush band, 70's glam (complete with tight trousers and a running crash into the drum kit), pop, rock, blues, soul, musicals, Wiggles, Wild Thing on piano accordian (in public, for money), one shattered ulelele (for love of a woman - and it wasn't me, although I was there), and more renditions of Happy Birthday than you can poke a bow at. It adds up.
In the last couple of days the dulcet tones of the nice, famous and catchy bits of My Fair Lady have coloured the atmosphere of Sector 7. Right now I'm listening to the dull and boring in-between parts of My Fair Lady. The parts that don't make it on to the sound track. The parts that all sound remarkably similar when run together.
The bright side is that this crash course won't be for long, unless it becomes one of his serial obsessions. If I ask nicely he'll keep it to himself. If I choose I can join in and together we'll watch everything that Audrey Hepburn ever filmed (I could stand to see Roman Holiday again), or knock off the top 100 MGM Musicals. Because we can.
Tomorrow he's getting a suspect skin lesion cut off. It's hard not to worry just a little.
In the last couple of days the dulcet tones of the nice, famous and catchy bits of My Fair Lady have coloured the atmosphere of Sector 7. Right now I'm listening to the dull and boring in-between parts of My Fair Lady. The parts that don't make it on to the sound track. The parts that all sound remarkably similar when run together.
The bright side is that this crash course won't be for long, unless it becomes one of his serial obsessions. If I ask nicely he'll keep it to himself. If I choose I can join in and together we'll watch everything that Audrey Hepburn ever filmed (I could stand to see Roman Holiday again), or knock off the top 100 MGM Musicals. Because we can.
Tomorrow he's getting a suspect skin lesion cut off. It's hard not to worry just a little.
