- Musicks a Crotchet the Sober thinks it Vain
- The Fiddles a Wooding Projection
- Tunes are but Flights of a Whimsical Brain
- Which the Bottle brings best to Parfection
- Musisians are half witted mery and madd
- And Those are the same that admire Them
- Theyr fools if they Pley unless their Well Paid
- And the Others are Blockheads to Hire them.
Handel Rigaudon
6 months ago
10 comments:
Plus ca change indeed!
Ditto Argents comment...
However the most bizarre thing for me is most of my material is about not drinking these days... although many misinterpret but then, whatever they may interpret in a lyric is for them to have for their reality... btw who the hell gets paid to play these days?
Brilliant. Nothing changes and therefore, by default, it stays the same.
We're all fools of some kind or another...
x
ha, very good
Absolutely loved the poem; and as a musician from a long line of musician, I can only smile and nod.
:-)
Greetings from Minneapolis,
Pearl
Oops. The musician in my household might actually agree. Having been a viola player (retired) he was the butt of many jokes anyway.
Chortle! Might have to steal this for something!
Sounds Like Saturday Night At The Hebden Bridge Trades Club!
Thanks for these comments, everyone.
Argent, Niamh, Pearl Friko: Years ago I did most of a Forestry NVQ. I learnt all sorts of skills from freelance teachers - how to sharpen a saw, put a point on a fencepost, use a chainsaw. Afterwards I realised that there was more and better paid work teaching the skills I'd gained than was to be had using them. It goes for many things, including music, I think, unless very hard work and luck conspire to give you a break.
Furtheron: You've reminded me of Christy Moore's song Delirium Tremens - a great song about not drinking. Who gets paid? If you play what you want to play, you don't but if play cheese all night you do. And the more people pay you the less they actually listen. There's a market for background music but not foreground music.
WG: Which is of course not true. Everything moves so fast nothing stand still, ever. If I understand Einstein (er, do I? I don't think I do) then the faster you travel the slower time passes for you. If something could stand still in relation to everything else, would time pass infinitely fast for that thing?
RF: You remind me of this. There is a truth there, but I always thought it was unduly pessimistic. It's a great madrigal:
The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:
Farewell, all joys;
O death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live,
more fools than wise.
Medicine Vick: Feel free! (See message on your blog).
tony: Ha! I'm usually in Hebden Bridge during the day. I often think it must be pretty good at night.
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