John Fogerty:

Suzie Q

Oh, Susie Q, Oh, Susie Q
Oh, Susie Q, Baby I love you, Susie Q
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk I like the way you talk, Susie Q

Well, say that you'll be true
well, say that you'll be true,
Well, say that you'll be true and never leave me blue, Susie Q

Well, say that you'll be mine
well, say that you'll be mine,
Well, say that you'll be mine, baby all the time, Susie Q

Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q
Oh Susie Q, Baby I love you, Susie Q

I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk I like the way you talk, Susie Q.

Oh Susie Q, Oh susie Q
Oh Susie Q, Baby I love you, Susie Q

John Fogerty:

MIDNIGHT SPECIAL

Well, you wake up in the mornin, you hear the work bell ring,
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing.
Aint no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan.
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man.

Chorus:
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me.

Yonder come miss rosie, how in the world did you know?
By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand;
She come to see the govnor, she wants to free her man.

Chorus

If youre ever in houston, well, you better do the right;
You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down.
The next thing you know, boy, oh! youre prison bound.

Chorus

John Fogerty:

Cotton Fields


Chorus1:
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;

Chorus2:
It was down in louisiana,
Just about a mile from texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.

Chorus3:
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can’t pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.

John Fogerty:

Have You Ever Seen The Rain?


Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm
I know - it's been coming for some time
When it's over so they say
It'll rain a sunny day
I know - shining down like water

I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day

Yesterday and days before
Sun is cold and rain is hard
I know - been that way for all my time
'Till forever, on it goes
Through the circle fast and slow
I know - and it can't stop I wonder

I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day

Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm
I know - it's been coming for some time
When it's over so they say
It'll rain a sunny day
I know - shining down like water

I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day

I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day

JOHN FOGERTY:

Artist: Fogerty John
Song: Rockin' All over the World
Album: John Fogerty




Oooh! ah!
Well, a-here-ee-yup, a-here-ee-yup, a-here we go,
Four in the mornin’, justa hittin’ the road,
Here we go-oh! rockin’ all over the world! yeah.

Well, a-geedeeup, a-geedeeup, a-get away,
We’re goin’ crazy, and we’re goin’ today, here we go-oh!
Rockin’ all over the world!

Chorus:
Well I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it,
I la-la-like it, la-la-la, here we go-oh! rockin’ all over the world!

Yeah! yeah!
Well, I’m gonna tell your mama what your daddy do,
He come out of the night with your dancin’ shoes,
Here we go-oh! rockin’ all over the world! yeah.

Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus

MUNGO JERRY:

"In The Summertime"

In the summer time when the weather is high
You can chase right up and touch the sky,
When the weather's fine
You got women, you got women on your mind.
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find.


If her Daddy's rich, take her out for a meal,
If her Daddy's poor, just do what you feel.
Scoot along the lake, do a town an' then return her twenty five.
When the sun goes down
You can make it, make it good and really fine.


With a fat beat, when her Daddy with a me,
We'll have everybody, but we do as we please.
When the weather's fine, we go fishing or go swimming in the sea,
We're always happy,
Long's we're living in this sound philosophy.


Sing along with us, dee dee dee dee dee
Da da da da da, yeah we're hap-pap-py.
Da da da dee da doo dee da dee da dee da da,
Da da da da da, dee da da dee da da.


When the wind is here, yeah it's party time,
Bring your bottle waggin' back, 'cuz it will soon be summer time.
And we'll signal a cab, we'll go driving or maybe we'll settle down,
If she's rich, if she's nice, bring your friends and we'll all go into town.


In the summer time when the weather is high
You can chase right up and touch the sky,
When the weather's fine
You got women, you got women on your mind.
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find.


If her Daddy's rich, take her out for a meal,
If her Daddy's poor, just do what you feel.
Scoot along the lake, do a town an' then return her twenty five.
When the sun goes down
You can make it, make it good and really fine.


With a fat beat, when her Daddy with a me,
We'll have everybody, but we do as we please.
When the weather's fine, we go fishing or go swimming in the sea,
We're always happy,
Long's we're living in this sound philosophy.


Sing along with us, dee dee dee dee dee
Da da da da da, yeah we're hap-pap-py.
Da da da dee da doo dee da dee da dee da da,
Da da da da da, dee da da dee da da.

Bob Dylan Mr. Tambourine man

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/cW7 ]
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

NattBloggen:

Märket på låret nästan borta:

Det finns väl inget att säga mer än att jag tog dagsdosen nyss lite tidigare, men inte mer än den doseringen som behövs per dag och kväll och klart är det att det kan vara lite jobbigt att hålla reda på tiderna...
Men skall nog gå över till en liten veckolåda där jag lägger tablett vid de rätta tidpunkterna istället:

"There Is A House In New Orleans"

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the rising sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor Boy,
and God I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor,
Sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin' man.
Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs is
A suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

Oh mother, tell your children,
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.

Well I've got one foot on the plane.
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Donovan: colour

Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair
In the mornin' when we rise,
In the mornin' when we rise,
That's the time, that's the time,
I love the best.
Blue's the colour of the sky
In the mornin' when we rise,
In the mornin' when we rise.
in the mornin' when we rise.
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best.
Green's the colour of the sparklin' corn
In the mornin' when we rise,
In the mornin' when we rise.
in the mornin' when we rise.
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best.
Mellow is the feeling that I get
when I see her, mm hmm,
when I see her, uh huh.
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best.
Freedom is a word I rarely use
Without thinkin', mm hmm,
Without thinkin', mm hmm,
Of the time, of the time
When I've been loved.

Ytterligare:

DONOVAN universal soldier

He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.

He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn't kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.

And he's fighting for Canada,
He's fighting for France,
He's fighting for the USA,
And he's fighting for the Russians,
And he's fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.

And he's fighting for Democracy,
He's fighting for the Reds,
He says it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide,
Who's to live and who's to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.

But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He's the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can't go on.

He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can't you see,
This is not the way we put the end to war.

Och ytterligare en till:

DONOVAN ~ Catch The Wind Lyrics


In the chilly hours and minutes,
Of uncertainty, I want to be,
In the warm hold of your loving mind.

To feel you all around me,
And to take your hand, along the sand,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

When sundown pales the sky,
I wanna hide a while, behind your smile,
And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find.

For me to love you now,
Would be the sweetest thing, 'twould make me sing,
Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind.

When rain has hung the leaves with tears,
I want you near, to kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind.

For standin' in your heart,
Is where I want to be, and I long to be,
Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind.

Och ytterligare en till:

Artist: McTell Ralph
Song: Streets of London
Album: Streets of London


Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

Chorus

In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone

Chorus

And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care

Chorus

Ytterligare en låt att övas in:

Creedence revival:


LYRICS: John Fogherty

Who'll Stop The Rain
Long as I remember The rain been coming down.
Clouds of myst'ry pouring Confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun;
And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.

I went down Virginia, Seeking shelter from the storm.
Caught up in the fable, I watched the tower grow.
Five year plans and new deals, Wrapped in golden chains.
And I wonder, Still I wonder Who'll stop the rain.

Heard the singers playing, How we cheered for more.
The crowd had rushed together, Trying to keep warm.
Still the rain kept pouring, Falling on my ears.
And I wonder, Still I wonder Who'll stop the rain.

SETLISTAN för Harriet & Gert:

Jag och min make har kört akustiskt här hemma och lite på balkongen... vi övar in.
Och valet föll på till slut:

MÖTLEY CRÜe Home sweet home och den sitter som en smäck för oss båda ihop... men jag väntar på marackas som jag skall köra till... men våran verson heter " You know I'm a dreamer" för att vi plockat bort home sweet home förövrigt givetvis inga förändringa på lyric när vi skall köra till semestern. och gert är välkommen som backup här... på sång.

The Cure It's friday I'm in love
efter lite övertalande så faktiskt sitter denna också som en smäck här.. det blir nog kastanjett i ena handen och marackas i andra handen.

Bob Dylan blowin in the wind bara gerts akustiska och min sång no comments

Vad har du i byxan, Jan? Med Gerts franska tango munspelet... och min sång.


Lite mera övningar för oss båda på:

Neil Young ~ heart of gold ... denna kommer bli en svängig sak och i och med akustiskt munspel och slide och för min del är den småskum på vissa ställen som vi skall se över och hjälpas åt med...
vi får se om jag skall ta till med tamourine, maracka eller kastanjetter eller förmodligen blir det kanske munspel här...

Vi gör flera versioner av denna...


Bob Dylan All along the watchtower jag funderar på att låta gert ta sången och jag stödja upp och kanske tambourine eller något till...


The rolling stones Wild Horses

denna är lätt för gert på akustiskt men vi får se hur det blr med denna och vilka instrumenter.

:

Lyrics to Keep Your Eye On The Money (Demo) :
[on re-released disc]

Black jack roulette
Losing high and low
She's cold as ice
Turn a young man old

Comedy and tragedy
Entertainment or death
Like sister morphine
Hooked on her game
Time to place your bets

If it wasn't for bad luck,
I'd have no luck at all

Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the dealer's hand
Keep your eve on the money
Keep your eye on the lady's hand Queen of hearts
Or Ace of spades
I'm dancing on the blade
Freak show, goin' broke
The crowd screams on for more
Electric shock won't bring ya back
You've gone over the boards
Can't beat the clock the deck is stacked
The crowd looks on in horror

If it wasn't for bad luck,
I'd have no luck at all

Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the dealer's hand
Keep your eve on the money
Keep your eye on the lady's hand

HOME SWEET HOME:

Lyrics to Home Sweet Home :
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low
Just when things went right
It doesn't mean they were always wrong
Just take this song and you'll never feel
Left all alone

Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I'm comin' off this
Long & winding road

I'm on my way
Well I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
You know that I've seen
To many romantic dreams
Up in lights, fallin' off
The silver screen

My heart's like an open book
For the whole world to read
Sometimes nothing-keeps me together
At the seams

I'm on my way
Well I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I'm on my way
Just set me free
Home sweet home

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Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady, you know HOW I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you've decided to show me the same
But no sweet, vain exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom, but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after love dies
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day

Min status:

It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty handed armies, are all going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start a new
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Bob Dylan ~ Mr. Tambourine Man:

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn’t pay it any mind
It’s just a shadow you’re seein’ that he’s chasing

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

Bob Dylan ~ Blowin' In The Wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Thursday doesn't even start:

MUG

Maraccas idag...

Jimi Hendrix ~ all along the watchtower

SongLyric: Bob Dylan



"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl

MUGGEN KAFFE:

Kastanjetter med 15-20cm handtag beställt...
och en tambourine från MUG

Neil Young ~ heart of gold

I want to live,
I want to give
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean
for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind,
it's such a fine line
That keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

Keep me searching
for a heart of gold
You keep me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm growing old.
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold.

Fodralet:

The Cure ~ Friday I'm in love:

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...

I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday - watch the walls instead
It's Friday, I'm in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a sheik
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love

Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too:

Så här är den nya guitar on the wall på plats för att plockas fram och fodralet i sin låda får att ta upp på balkong eller ut på våra utflykter... you, me and the guitar:

Mina naglar, klädsel och humör:

Jag inväntar nu läkarbesök  på företagshälsan idag för att  direkt efter helgen gå till min Psykolog och dagen efter skall Gert till en läkare inom primärvården. Och efter detta skall vi nog också få semester.

Efter psykologsamtalet sist  där Gert var med skall Gert också med efter helgen och denna gång skall lägga upp hur jag vill att samtalen skall se ut efter semestern nu innan är det väl ingen idé, baserat på psykologens önskemål.

Gitarren AB

Länkar:

The GoatLord

Gitarren AB

SchlagerKväll:

Skulle bara på en kopp te i Hisings-Backa och det slutade med att både Gert & jag slog följe med morsan för att kolla på schlagern. Innan hämtade vi ut gitarr med fodral och körde hem detta så vi kom dit lite sent och när det mörknade gick vi in, istället för att åka hem kollade vi klart omgången för en gångs skull bra.

Våra favoriter föll denna gång helt eniga som favvo: Moldavien, Bosnien-Herzigovina, Albanien, F.Y.R. Makedonien och Malta.


Men det skumma var att den sista lott tog morsan bensäkert rakt: Island!!!
Detta fattar jag bara inte.

MUSIK:

FILM:

... inom dagarna... skall ses:

Monday you can hold your head:

... klädsel som igår, men blommorna i annan variation:

FOTOGRAFEN: Gert Vilhelm von Brömssen














MUSIK: grymt

MUSIK: Tema; Akustiskt

I väntans tider:

Inom kort dyker denna ordern upp och denna är till Gert, men jag längtar också efter denna.

Ett bra resultat utav Gerts rehabmöte; att återuppta sitt gamla gitarrspel.
En bra början är juh akustiskt, lätta att plocka fram och tillgänglig när som helst och med fodral att ta med sig ut också. Annars blir det lätt att detta inte blir av om det är elgitarr eller spelet kanske blir för liten. Förstärkaren står juh bakom akvariet också dessutom av alla ställen... och den gamla sket akustiska gitarren vi har här hemma skall kastas ut när denna nya kommer.

Givetvis skall denna akustiska vara hyffsat pris och läcker för att bli ännu roligare.


Roligt för Gert, men också för mig.



Jason western W-12701BK - Svart
JAW12701BK - Svart
Stålsträngad gitarr, dreadnought
Lock: gran
Sarg och botten: asiatisk mahogny
Hals: nato
Greppbräda: rosewood
Mekanik: förnicklad
Mensur: 648 mm
Sadelvidd: 43,5 mm
Kroppsdjup: 120 mm

Klondyke axelband Jimi
Svarta band i mjukt läder med motiv i vitt. Bredd: 6,5 cm.
Motiv på Jimi Hendrix




Turtle bag fodrad modell western

God Morgon:

Jag vaknade nyss lite flummig, vilket resulterade i att jag hade sönder kaffekannan. Jag missa på blått close och rött open. Vi får ta en annan dag eller senare för att se om man får upp det nedtryckta locket, men vi har 2 för säkerhets skull.


Titti har haft roligt gnagt på någon gammal bok från  min gamla bokhylla där hon ligger och så har hon vart inne i  vårat vardagsrum eller snarare "musik/datarum" och vart i en korg och gnagt på ett tom CD fodral... Men den går att använda till någon sorts musik som man inte lyssnar ofta på som är halvdant...
Det var längesedan hon gjorde något sådant... men, men...

Jag känner mig flummig och efter igår blev det alldeles för mycket. Jag var helt färdig och utslagen... med andra ord. Knaster... knaster... det knastrar inne i hjärnkontoret.

Frukost blev det nyss: en klick mild youghurt en tjockare konsistens på fil... för det blir grillning senare och man orkar bara inte äta 2 ggr i så tät följd.

PINGSTDAGEN:

Innan vi åkte ut diskade Gert och då passade jag på att fixa till mig på toan. Därefter frostade jag av frysen och torkade av lådorna och det var på tiden:

Vi åt varsin tallrik med Tex Mex käk och en kopp kaffe efteråt ute i Vårgårda Rasta:

När vi ändå var utåt landet passade jag på att ta något kort på kossor & hästar:

Vi stannade till vid en rastplats med billigt lösviktsgodis och köpte lite; jag passade samtidigt på att fylla en tomflaska med vatten åt hundarna:

Till sist åkte vi in mot Hol och vistades omkring en vildmarksled med hundarna och där blev det runt en timma  och både jag och Gert plåtade varandra och jag resten:

Ca 1 timma tog det att åka hem... balkongdörren är helt öppen fylld av våran bakgrundsmusik.
Frostningen av frysen är nu helt klart:

Till sist lite godis (ajja bajja kan du inte hajja) och det blev faktiskt en mycket lyckad dag, än det vart på länge: