Dream of the Blue Turtles is one of my favourite albums. Sting is one of my favourite artists. So here is my version. I love playing it but seldom on the street. I hope you enjoy playing it. If you want pictures of the chords click on the link below.
while we are all at home with the Covid-19 lock down, I thought I would share with you how I play some of my songs. If you’ve heard me play you’ll know that I don’t play exact copies of the songs but do my own arrangements; if you want to learn how to play exactly like it is on the record, you best go somewhere else.
Anyway, I’m going to kick off with – No More Lonely Nights by Paul McCartney. I love this song and it took me a while to get my head around how to play it as there’s the weird bit at the end. I decided to leave that bit out. Here is the written version of the chords
I’ve finally worked out how to pull this one off… Thanks Dave…
So, I’ve copied out the lyrics into my bullet journal, and I’m playing it really slowly, tripping up over the words, my fingers. Playing it sitting down, then seeing if it works standing up… not always the case! I’m looking forward to performing it.
Yup, that’s a real life car number plate. I want it, on a day that started with realising I’ve lost my very expensive glasses, just before getting rained on (even tho the met office forgot to mention this until they looked out of their window and saw it had rain drops on it) oh and also saw me later on, still wearing my busking frilly skirt while chasing a mummy pig and her piglets down a road and then later out of our wood… Yeah living the f***ing dream. FML.
I’ve seriously had enough of today…. At bedtime my daughter, who was protesting that it wasn’t fair that she had to go to bed, was genuinely surprised when told her that actually being a grown up sucks quite a lot. That while you can choose to stay up late and eat whatever you want, the reality is that mostly you’re too tired and the cupboards are empty (of chocolate, crisps and cider) That the only good thing about being a grown up is that I couldn’t be her mummy if I wasn’t an adult and she’s the best thing ever and makes it all worth it; Yeah. Some days are like that. They suck. A lot. And just when you think you’ve reached peak suck-dom then something else throws itself your way (like your neighbours escaped pigs 🐖)
So now, in the relative quiet of our home, before phoning my husband who is away busking in Bath I can reflect. That actually I really enjoyed playing today, that that lady who took he trouble to cross the road to shout “Rubbish” at me as she walked past must be quite an unhappy person to feel the need to do that sort of crap, andthat I’ve had my fair share of 💩jobs in the past and I am forever grateful to be able to sing and play guitar and that some people like it and give me money. That the highlight of my busking day was when a blind man carefully found his way to my case to give me money. He said I made his day. He made mine too, I gave him a CD. Hope he enjoys it.
Yey! So jaded, yes… Worn out, yes but also grateful, blessed and humbled.
As I unpacked my stuff from the (shaking) van I was hit by a gust of wind and a load of stuff went bowling down the car park. Worse still my hair was blowing all over the place.😱😳 I CANNOT STAND HAIR IN MY FACE!!! That’s the hole point of the hairdo!
I checked the met office and in the time it had taken to drive into town it had gone from 10% light rain maybe at 12 to 80% heavy rain at 10. So I’ve waited a while in the van and, Here comes the rain again ( love that song).
Not fancying donning the wet weather gear and tying my gear to a a lamppost I’m sacking off the busking today and going home to work on a medley of my favourite songs by The Smiths ….. actually there’s only 2 songs so technically it’s a segue I think … Not a massive fan of The Smiths – (I certainly never had a T Shirt) they write some great music and I love Morrissey’s voice. Please please please let me get what I want and last night I dreamed that somebody loved me are lovely songs … I’ll see if I can get it to work as both are tantalisingly short songs…
So anyway back home for a nice cup of tea ☕️
I wasn’t even sure I’d go out today; yesterday I felt dreadful all day like I was about to come down with something. I had already decided that if I felt the same I wouldn’t go out today. Just in case I charged a battery and sorted out my clothes…… just as well I did.
I woke feeling a bit better and went into town. I played for a bit on the high street then moved on to the Cathedral Green. I like playing in the green, I mean look at the view!
Anyway it was really quiet on the green to start and I wondered if I should keep going but it was a beautiful day and I was enjoying playing. So to hell with it! For what felt like an age there was no one around and the a few people sat down on the wall, enjoying the long awaited sun.
Now call me Cilla but I think I might have been a bit of a match maker today…. I hope so. A man sat down and then a woman and appeared to be enjoying the songs. After a while they began chatting and they were there for ages (even after I’d stopped)! Now as much as I’d like to think it was the music keeping them there, I think maybe there was a little spark there 💕💕… oooh I hope so!
I hope they ask me to play at the wedding!! 💍💃🏻🕺🏻💕💕
Busking in Bath means an early start and it was tipping down with rain first thing. Luckily the weather cleared up nicely.
Jerri did a couple of sets round town while the girl and I enjoyed watching him and the other buskers. I did a set later on Milsom St; it’s great to play somewhere different.
A post busking trip to the brilliant park for the little one and then back to the campsite. Good times. Let’s see what the weather holds for tomorrow…