Oh... my... Bob!
May. 8th, 2006 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annathepiperSo there I am cruising around the OKP, when I come across a thread about the pre-show Jam Session that several attendees of the recent Somerville show had organized, including ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
branwyn32. The thread has the astonishing subject line of "Amanda Jams With Alan", which immediately set off my radar. So I have to look.
And there in living color is a picture of Bran, her bouzouki in the hands of The Doyle Himself.
Dear gods. That there is the stuff of the daydreams of every single musically inclined Great Big Sea fan. Hell, daydreams nothing--I have dreamed on multiple occasions of making music with those B'ys. (And we'll lay aside how my cruel, cruel subconscious has frequently taunted me with only the possibility of such jamming, only to snatch it out of my dreaming mind's grasp as the alarm clock wakes me up.) I am torn between thinking that 'armed with a bouzouki' is about the only way I could begin to have a coherent conversation with any member of Great Big Sea--and the certainty that were I to experience such a thing, my zouk would then ignite next time I tried to play it.
I think I just ignited, myself, with envy. And extreme, extreme pleasure atbranwyn32's good fortune. WAY TO GO, girl! A memory to treasure for the rest of your life, indeed!
branwyn32. The thread has the astonishing subject line of "Amanda Jams With Alan", which immediately set off my radar. So I have to look.And there in living color is a picture of Bran, her bouzouki in the hands of The Doyle Himself.
Dear gods. That there is the stuff of the daydreams of every single musically inclined Great Big Sea fan. Hell, daydreams nothing--I have dreamed on multiple occasions of making music with those B'ys. (And we'll lay aside how my cruel, cruel subconscious has frequently taunted me with only the possibility of such jamming, only to snatch it out of my dreaming mind's grasp as the alarm clock wakes me up.) I am torn between thinking that 'armed with a bouzouki' is about the only way I could begin to have a coherent conversation with any member of Great Big Sea--and the certainty that were I to experience such a thing, my zouk would then ignite next time I tried to play it.
I think I just ignited, myself, with envy. And extreme, extreme pleasure at
branwyn32's good fortune. WAY TO GO, girl! A memory to treasure for the rest of your life, indeed!