cheerfulSo that last number is the one I brought to my voice lesson today. Boy was Vicki probably surprised to see in what a good mood I was. Not only from the music-finding spree but also having a lovely lunch with
boyziggy at Modern Tea in Hayes Valley, which in addition to good food had a superb Assam Breakfast tea which reminded me of the fabulous Assam Salonah I had at Teany in NYC and have been unable to get my hands on elsewhere. But I digress. On the way to my voice lesson I had also seen a policewoman riding a horse through Fort Mason, which was a fun sight. And I knew that Mike was coming over later which made me all the happier, especially as I could show him all this great music.Anyway we practiced Every Mother's Son in my lesson a bit, Vicki accompanying on guitar which gave it a nice acoustic feel. Although we debated about whether Steve Winwood was actually singing "Can you please help my dog" vs "Can you please help my God", the latter of which was in all the lyrics I'd seen previously (except in this sheet music I'd just copied) and made much more sense to me, but Vicki insisted it was the former.
After the lesson I bought a bunch of groceries at Real and made a pretty tasty meal of peanut butter pasta and apple-cinnamon baby carrots, which Mike enjoyed. Then we watched Stop Making Sense and listened to some music and chatted. Ziggy came home from the opera in a good mood too, since he has the next two days off in a row - rare for him to be off on a Sunday. So we will get to enjoy each others' company, and hopefully my good mood will continue.
