HH and I have a long history of music analysis. This is not to say, however, that it is all serious debate – quite often, HH’s inner 14-year-old comes out to play, and he rewrites the lyrics just for fun. Tonight, “Shining Light” by Ash was playing in […]
Note to self: When attending an Irish funeral, never forget your bodhran. Yesterday, I attended the memorial service for an old Irishman, the uncle by marriage to my dearest friend. His name was Seamus O’Sullivan, and it doesn’t get much more Irish than that! We were regaled with […]
From earliest childhood, Mum’s singing was more or less a constant feature in my life. When I was about four, just before starting school, I can recall sitting at Fortune’s Barn in Bradford, New Hampshire watching my beautiful mum in her bronze lame’ mini-dress belting out Patsy Cline […]
There is something so wonderfully tactile about music on vinyl. Somehow, in our digital age, I wonder if we have lost touch with…touch. Have a wonderful weekend, all! I am in an Eagle jam and loving it! Mother Hen © motherhendiaries 2014 all rights reserved
My Inner Comedienne woke me early this morning. It was 4 a.m. to be exact, when I received a sharp elbow jab to the bladder. (She’s like that sometimes.) I grunted and bit back the muffled beginnings of a curse, but rolled out of bed and together we […]
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