It was a sunny day in Worthing when we arrived for Uncle Pete’s funeral. I had no idea it was such a lovely town, far nicer than its neighbour, Brighton. Covid has buggered up Worthing’s very busy traffic system though, as stupidly, HALF the lanes have been designated for ‘Covid – pop up cycle lanes.’ How utterly ridiculous, the town in gridlock and not one bike in sight! Mum was panicking that we would be late. So, the funeral – it would have been absolutely packed (if it weren’t for Covid), as Uncle Pete was very popular in his town, and rightly so! A regular in all the pubs and clubs, he loved live music (as a teen, he was a drummer in a skiffle band, called The Ravens), especially jazz and blues, pub quizzes and ladies company, until he met his soulmate Gill about ten years ago. Well, Rockits, without realising it, you were all there at the funeral with me, as our version of ‘Hallelujah’ (that we recorded during lockdown), was chosen for the service and it accompanied a slideshow, full of smiles and fun times. It was as nice a funeral, as a funeral can be; short and sweet, nonreligious and no dwelling on sad stuff…just reflecting on a life very well lived. Funerals are such very odd things, because we go to say goodbye to someone who has already left. Uncle Pete was SO full of life and I guess that comes from jam packing his days with all sorts of experiences. “Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun…”
Sad to hear that the Notorious RBG died yesterday. I’ve blogged about Ruth Bader Ginsburg before; I watched a documentary about her last year and was so impressed that I researched her. She was a tiny woman, who achieved HUGE and wonderful things, while holding a family together too! She will forever be remembered as part of America’s (odd) history. She fought for women’s rights in the 70’s and become the Supreme Courts most prominent member. RIP RBG xxx
I rejigged ‘Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina,’ as I didn’t like the harmonies I had made for the chorus…they were too jolly, out of context with the rest of the song, so I took out the higher ones and made them all lower than the main lines, which I find works much better! I never have problems with dumping entire songs if I don’t feel right about them, regardless of how long they took me to put together. I literally have hundreds and hundreds of arrangements that never see the light of day for various reasons – I take no prisoners. Dump and move on. That’s pretty much my rule for life. Be it objects, emotions or people, don’t hang on to whatever needs to go. On that note, I have decided that Peppa the cat is going to a new life, in a new home. I had very much hoped that she would fit in the hole left by Darcey (which Martha the sausage briefly filled), but she definitely doesn’t. A cat just isn’t the company a dog is. I just miss my little whippety pal I had for so many years – so, I have decided to slowly hunt for another just like her. For some weird reason, I was not allergic to Darcey and I hope thats a whippety thing in general. Watch this space.