This tired old blog used to be quite musical. I would entertain you all with piano tunes, recorder melodies and the occasional vocal piece as a song from my younger years came to mind. You seemed to like it, or at least the long-lost residents of Blogville did, so I kept it up and accumulated my little recordings at My Humble Recital (see sidebar).
Well, I have recently learned that the website that hosted many of those recordings with free storage and blog-suitable recording graphics is shutting down, and I will either have to import my mp3 files into a different site or let them go the way of all that fades to dust. In the case of some of the older recordings, they are gone all together never to be seen nor heard from again.
For the sake of posterity, I have re-recorded one of my favorites, an old English tune I learned while in high school. I would visit my sister Melanie, who lives in Chicago and she would grant me weekend reprieves from our unsettling mother and then send me back refreshed and able to handle another week at the ranch. Mel had a Joan Baez album of old English songs that I fell in love with, and this was one of those songs.
For the next few days, I'll be in Berkeley helping No.1 pack up and move out of her apartment to begin the next phase of life—grad school in Austin, Texas. We won't be working non-stop, though, and have plans to go to the ocean and to eat out often. In fact, we plan to pack up the kitchen first thing so we'll have no choice, smart women that we are. While I'm away, listen to my quiet mumbling song and grant me grace in the critiquing. Speaking of No. 1, I believe I used to sing this song to her when she was a little girl—it made for a lovely night-time drifting-off sound.