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How to play…..

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The simple answer is every single day, even if only for 5 minutes.  I’m missing playing on the street but enjoying playing at home.  I’m worried about many things,  most of which I can’t do anything about. One of the things I worry about is that I might forget all the songs I play …. so I play a few every day. I’ve made a list… this is probably most of them.  If you would like me to do a tutorial on how I play any of these, leave a comment.

Sunny : It Must Be Love : Gold : True : Copacabana

Boarderline : Stayin Alive : Ever Fallen in Love with some (you shouldn’t have)

Mercy : All Of Me : Here You Come Again : Tainted Love : I Will Survive:

Somebody to Love : Bat Out Of Hell : How Deep Is Your Love

The Female Of The Species : Sway : Marlene On The Wall : Yes Sir I Can Boogie

Should I Stay Or Should I Go : Englishman in New York : Crazy : Play the Game

How Deep Is Your Love :  Kiss From A Rose : True Colours : If I Can’t Have You

Fall At Your Feet : Back To Black : Merry Christmas, Everyone : All Cried Out

I Fall In Love Too Easily : I Dreamed A Dream : Love Of My Life : Live it up

Anyone Who Had A Heart : Love Me Or Leave Me : The Day Before You Came

The Power of Love : Autumn Leaves : Love Me Or Leave Me : Jealous Guy

These Days : The Pretender : Last Christmas : I’m A Fool / You Do Something

Last Night I dreamt / Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want : Save Me

Nature Boy : Moon Over Bourbon Street : Jackie : Pipes of Peace :Chain Reaction

Red Light (Spells Danger) : Eloise : Live it up :The only living boy in New York

She Used To Be Mine : Golden Brown : Sound Of Silence :9-5 :No More Lonely Nights

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How to play…. No More Lonely Nights

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

No More Lonely Nights Chords and Lyrics

 

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Taking the old lady out

With my Martin being in the shop for a repair, I’ve been using some of my other guitars. Yes, I have other guitars, who just has one!

I borrowed my husband’s Martin but the jack plug wasn’t working so I went back to my 3/4 Takamini … I played this one when I first started busking. It’s a lovely guitar but it’s not my Martin. So, the last couple of days I’ve been using my Takamine EN30C … the guitar I bought when I was 17.

I traded in a Yamaha jumbo and my dad loaned me the money to buy it. It’s the guitar I busked with acoustically on Spui strasse in Amsterdam. I played it in various bands, at music college, in front of the muted TV ( one of my favourite things) …. I thought it would be to fragile to take out on the street.

Well I have loved playing it. It’s been like taking out an aged relative expecting cream teas and a bit of snooze only to find them drinking shots and dancing on the table. Such a wonderful guitar❣️

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Blue Steel

I saw these and those of you of a similar age will know why I couldn’t resist buying them. You know what? They sound good!

This is all part of the ongoing saga of my cracked guitar. It got too dry being played in the heat. It’s still at Manson’s being repaired… 😥😥😥

My wonderful husband, Jerri has been re-stringing all the guitars in the house. I have a nickel allergy and so normally use the Elixir strings but thought these would have to be worth a go on my trusty old Takamine… I might use it next time I go busking….

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what a day!

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.

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Who ate all the pies?

Me. Whenever I busk at Cathedral Green I always get a coffee (decaf flat white if you’re interested) at The Plant Cafe. These are the good guys in life, amazing coffee who gives a crap loo roll and a selection of ‘lady products’ in the loo and AMAZING looking food.

Anyway, I drank my coffee and chatted with a few of the locals. One guy had been a guitarist and then suffered brain injury so was struggling to play. I felt sad for him as it must be awful to be so changed by something and so suddenly.

After a while more people were about so I started to play. It was already really hot. I had dressed for autumn but it was hot hot hot! One song in I’d taken off my cold weather gear and was playing in my vest; no longer as smart as I wanted to be but needs must.

Time passes quickly when I’m playing and by the time I’d finished I was famished. I always say I’m going to get something to eat from the nice cafe after playing but I never do; not until today. Oh my! I have been missing out. It was a toss up between the beetroot red onion and Brie or the sweet potato, ginger, coconut and dhal. The latter won…. As Arnie says, I’ll be back