After the usual household work and a spa in the afternoon, a new guest, Dean* arrived to do a week-long fast. Arvind;’s on a roll w/cooking now, so we had another delicious curry.
During dinner, we got onto the topic of music and one guest said she wasn’t musical, which got us into a whole debate about whether everyone is musical or only some people are. I was on the ‘only some people are’ (and I’m not one of them) side, in case you’re wondering.
By the time I finished the dishes and went back out to the living room, a makeshift band had somehow been assembled – Jane had her flute and a recorder, the new guest had a base sitar, Arvind was hidden behind a kettle drum, Jane’s friend Donna had non-Tibetan bowls (similar, but apparently a better sound), another guest had a conch shell and I had...a cowbell.
I can’t do the next hour or so justice in writing – it really was a ‘had to be there’ thing. A cacophony of sound from everyone trying their instruments at once, a singing session from Arvind & Jane’s wedding song sheets, Arvind singing ‘What A Wonderful World’ gravelly voice about 2 octaves deeper than normal – with a slight Panjabi accent, me startling the room with my conch shell trumpeting skills (hey, 7 years of French Horn is good for something!!) after it had been passed around half the circle without much luck.
*Dean knows about the blog and gave permission to use his name…I will respect the privacy of the other guests and just do short descriptions where appropriate.
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