Plumbers

Here's a much needed update. I've been busy, so y'know. .

Anyway, I've been playing piano like a mad bastard, all over the place. The Country Club today, a private party yesterday, (more about that later), a wedding too yesterday, Thursday two sessions at a local venue, and then our usual monthly Thursday night booking as top musical duo Bothered And
Bewildered at Fredriques bistro in Albrighton. And bugger off somewhere else if you want a backing taped tribute and all that.

In short, I've never played so much music in my life and I've never been happier. That's quite something to say, isn't it?
But don't get your barf bags out yet, I'll try to inject a bit of cynical attitude soon enough.
Crazy Arms came round Friday, and we went out around Chapel Ash. Saw a fine Jazz band and went down to the Quarterhouse where we both played the piano and it was fine and groovy,

(the piano bookings, by the way, are coming in at a very healthy rate, I'm pleased).

And it's St Patrick's day tomorrow! Though I'll not join in such blatant comercialisation of Ireland, and I'll not join in singing the Irish Rover with beer swilling lunkheads just because it's that time of year.

But we did see local band the Gallaghers last night, playing trad Irish Folk music and it was great.

And I'm sorry all these photos are from my mobile phone but my great groovy little expensive pocket camera (which I love) is broke on account of it falling off the concrete marker on top of the Wrekin because I put it on the timer and it was windy and it fell in a puddle.

How long was that sentence? eh?

Anyway . .

I play a lot of private parties. Mostly at hotels, but I do get called on for private functions. Last night I did a stint for two wealthy local gay 'celebrities'. And it was quite a party!
The house is worth Millions, and the piano was beautiful. But it was difficult to play without distraction because of all the finely toned young waiters walking round with nothing on but a little apron and a dicky bow. I've never seen so many bare male arses since the showers at school!

I never post pictures of private parties on here, and I'm well aware that customer confidentiality is important, but as I left, I couldn't resist snapping a photo while I sent a text message.

So, here's a nude beefcake waiter going for more orderves, (is that how you spell it?). What a strange way to earn a living!

It wasn't like the country club, that's for sure!

But they were pleased with my playing, and said they'd book me again. Which is great, but I wish they'd have warned me about the male arse content!

To be fair though, there was a nudie girl serving food too. But she was tattoed and siliconed up, so that made her about as sexy as a soggy cigarette, but it takes all sorts, right?

The people holding the party are in the beauty trade. As I said to Julie after, their whole world is made up of superficialness. . it's a shallow world. All celebrities and fashion and glossy magazines.

I had fun, and we laughed about it later in the pub, but it's not my world and it says nothing to me about my life.

But I can now at least say I know more gay people than I know plumbers. And I know quite a few plumbers!

More later . .