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around the point

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Went for a mood-enhancing bike ride this afternoon - first time in months, despite my good intentions (around the next bend the fiery pit is bubbling away, but then it's been a hell of a year). Perfect day for a ride though – clear, still and only slightly chilly. We rugged up the kids for a trip to the beach; J dropped me and Red Girl at the end of Cobham Drive and I pedalled around Miramar Point and along the south coast to meet up with him and kids at Lyall Bay. Best moment: cresting the rise in Seatoun up to the cutting and through to Breaker Bay to see the South Island sitting there across the water all pretty dusted with snow. Runner-up good moment: realising halfway though that my odo was still set to Imperial and that I'd actually been going 1.6 times faster than I'd thought.

I can now play "Sympathique", by Pink Martini (and as covered by the Rebs), on the appropriately pink uke J picked up the other week. E flat minor 6 is a bugger.

Here's a photo of the Rebs at the Klez/Slow Food fest last week.

The Klezmer Rebs

2 Comments:

Whoah. So this post fired me up to get a copy of the tab, and I too am now bashing out Sympathique on the uke. But I just found out what the lyrics mean! Eek.

By Blogger stephen, at 5:38 PM  

Yeah, nice tune, shame about the words. I'm now bashing away at Leonard Cohen, whose oeuvre is absolutely made for the uke. Currently working on Hallelujah or, for the under fives, the 'pretty song from Shrek' (no, really). It's so low I had to transpose it up a fourth to be able to sing it.

By Blogger elderflowerpressee, at 8:23 PM  

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