When I decided that I wanted to go for my teaching certification, I put a carrot at the end of the stick for myself: I have always wanted to learn the fiddle. I love the fiddle; it is my favorite instrument to listen to. I play the guitar, the trumpet, and two kinds of recorders but, aside from taking a class called "Exploratory Music" when I was nine years old, have never played the violin or fiddle. So, I told myself, once I got my certification, I would reward a job well done by acquiring a fiddle.
Yesterday, Bobby told me that he had a surprise coming by post for me today. I figured it was a book, since I've been looking for a decent book on medieval Irish history and I'm always in the market for illumination books. I came home from work today to find a huge package wrapped in Happy Birthday paper. No, it's not my birthday, but Bobby got it at the store the other day while shopping for the party in a rush and failed to notice the Happy Birthday writing on it. It adds to the charm, we both agree.
Well, I suppose you can guess what was in the big package wrapped in Happy Birthday paper. :)
No, I clearly don't have my teaching certification yet since I haven't even started classes, but Bobby saw a great deal for a fiddle on eBay and couldn't resist. And the note attached reads that it is a gift to celebrate starting back to school again, which we both know has meant an immense amount to me.
Of all the things I expected to come home to today, a fiddle was definitely not one of them! I'm not complaining, though. I still can't quite believe that it's on the counter right behind me. I have to figure something to name it now. I'm thinking, maybe, Daeron.
So, I told Bobby, this leaves me having to decide on a new carrot to put at the end of the stick. I'm thinking maybe a harp. >:^)
Yesterday, Bobby told me that he had a surprise coming by post for me today. I figured it was a book, since I've been looking for a decent book on medieval Irish history and I'm always in the market for illumination books. I came home from work today to find a huge package wrapped in Happy Birthday paper. No, it's not my birthday, but Bobby got it at the store the other day while shopping for the party in a rush and failed to notice the Happy Birthday writing on it. It adds to the charm, we both agree.
Well, I suppose you can guess what was in the big package wrapped in Happy Birthday paper. :)
No, I clearly don't have my teaching certification yet since I haven't even started classes, but Bobby saw a great deal for a fiddle on eBay and couldn't resist. And the note attached reads that it is a gift to celebrate starting back to school again, which we both know has meant an immense amount to me.
Of all the things I expected to come home to today, a fiddle was definitely not one of them! I'm not complaining, though. I still can't quite believe that it's on the counter right behind me. I have to figure something to name it now. I'm thinking, maybe, Daeron.
So, I told Bobby, this leaves me having to decide on a new carrot to put at the end of the stick. I'm thinking maybe a harp. >:^)
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Date: 2008-07-08 01:25 am (UTC)I seem to recall that Bobby couldn't download their music either. He bought both CDs at Celtic Fling last weekend.
We will definitely check out Misty River too, and I thank you for the rec! They certainly sound like the kind of music we enjoy (usually, for me, "quite excellent fiddle" is all that I need. ;)
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Date: 2008-07-08 01:52 am (UTC)On a completely different note (har), I've been meaning to pass along the recommendation to Bobby for a progressive metal band, Symphony X. I stumbled across these guys as part of my current John Milton fancrone kick. "What? A metal band was inspired by 'Paradise Lost?' WTF?" But I like Symphony X's take on Milton. Often, I've found the so-called "classically-influenced" metal bands to be pretentious, but Symphony X is...well, OK, a little pretentious (and the video in their web site is beyond cheesy), but not so much as to be unbearable. Rampaging Frodo really digs the album ("Is that a harpsicord?") and ye olde book o' verses, too.