Abagail Grey

Kazoo

A song with a kazoo solo in the middle – I loved it.........it was like one of those kitsch looking dog ornaments with a jiggling head.  

At live performances every member of the audience would be given a kazoo so they could play along with the solo section. 

In the market bar the other night a certain member of the audience was amazed and enthused to finally be reunited with the one who had given the kazoo. She’d kept it for years and was notorious for her show stopping late night kazoo escapades.

It got me thinking – I wonder where all those kazoos are now? I’d love to hear their stories………

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The Market Bar

It's a wonderful place.

So much real.

People are as they are.

It tells the truth.

I met a Polish guy who spoke Doric (all the time and not just for show).

Whilst I was on stage an old drunk man at the bar asked ‘Are you gay?’ I wasn’t sure how to respond……..

Maybe I should make a banner saying ‘RELEVANT HECKLING ONLY’

For example: ‘when you stop playing I’m going to throw up’ – a massive compliment well put and the kind of heckle I welcome.

After the break Ali sat down with his bass and said ‘I don’t know what happened but I suddenly feel a bit drunk’.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The Market Bar is a wonderful place. 

 

 

We See Lights and John D McIntosh

All eight turned up at six in the evening. There had been a plan to camp in the garden but the winter weather made the living room / shed more appealing. Stephen tried to blow up an airbed – there were a couple of problems, firstly the tube and nozzle from foot pump to bed were incompatible, and the bed had a slow puncture and deflated within twenty minutes. We ate burgers and chatted, Oscar loved the social and told everyone he could play piano, drums and hand farts. We watched the Dog Waste Protest Song on youtube then We See Lights left to sound check for their show.  

Oscar and I crept downstairs in the morning as quiet as little mice, stepping over sleeping bodies with our daintiest feet, Oscar took pride in his effort not to stir the sleepers.

Emily and I waved away the guests at 2pm.

We See Lights are an Edinburgh based musical collective. They’re lovely people and the music they play is as sincere and lovely as they are themselves. Tonight they will perform in Dornoch Cathedral at 7.30pm with John D MacIntosh. 

 

Worth a look

Great TED talk:

Rory Sutherland: Perspective is everything

 

 

Flying and Vidal Sassoon

The fear makes no difference – my heart beats, my palms are clammy, dizziness clouds my vision and things start to swim.  As much as my rational self tries to reason with my irrational self I still fully believe that this experience will end me. I hate it. The noises are loud and unfamiliar, sudden speed and we’re catapulted into the air. I feel like I did when I was a child on a roller coaster inwardly begging with the ether ‘Please make it stop, I want to get off now, please make it stop’.  Then the turbulence, I drink wine and talk continuous drivel to the poor bloke sitting next to me. My ears go funny and I can’t hear much but keep talking regardless. Panic has taken hold – I have turned into a crazy lady…….poor guy……his face is clearly saying ‘I wish I’d sat somewhere else’.

The Lust Trap

If you had said to me one year earlier ‘this isn’t working…..we should make a change, maybe it’s time for us to move on’- I would have protested and cried, put my foot down, begged, argued, manipulated. I would have done anything to stop you leaving. But even back then I knew in my heart that we would be happier apart. Yet we plodded along in silence, easier that way…. I started to sleep on the couch, sometimes you stayed out all night….we argued, and if there was nothing to argue about we would make something up, until eventually, even the noise of you breathing became an irritant. Gradually we destroyed the spark which had brought us close in the first place and in the process we wasted a little bit of our lives.

NEW SINGLE FROM ABAGAIL GREY ‘DARK WOOD’ AVAILABLE 22^ND JUNE PRE-VIEW HERE

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Memories

Memories accumulate, reappearing randomly, a little surprise, a happy or sad piece of the past. There are many of them, billions of tiny little moments lying dormant in the recesses of the mind, waiting to be summoned, replayed and relived……………..and we can make them better, shinier, we can add bits, take bits away, be the hero or the victim, win the race or be the one that everyone should feel sorry for. Memories are malleable.

Here is a related TED talk. Daniel Kahneman: The riddle of experience vs. memory.

NEW SINGLE 'DARK WOOD' AVAILABLE 22^ND JUNE. PRE-VIEW HERE.

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Thought from my Window

Looking at the river and the people passing, families starting out, push chairs and toddlers. The water glistens and sparkles in the light. The river knows this story, as again and again it tumbles from the cold mountain, spiralling through the wilderness until it finally reaches the sea. So it goes, over and over, continuously flowing, life into life into more life. And we know that one day, far away from here, all this will change.

NEW SINGLE FROM ABAGAIL GREY OUT 22ND JUNE

 

 

  

Voting Time!!

Here is a manifesto:

1. Humour lessons for children as part of the National Curriculum for Excellence.
2. Ban cars / trucks /vans from all city centres
3. Free bicycles (and helmets) for all
4. Let’s get the milk man back – and reusable glass bottles
5. Encourage chat
6. More comedy (not of the crappy variety please)
7. Heavy penalties for those who don’t pick up the dog poo……big stink
8. Free cooking lessons for all
9. Free vegetable growing lessons for all.
10. Encourage people to believe that small houses are best.
11. Bring back Robin Hood

I can’t think of anything else, I wouldn’t vote for me, I have voted though and hope that you have too.

NEW SINGLE FROM ABAGAIL GREY OUT JUNE 22^nd

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Love is the weirdest thing

You are there when I wake. You are there when I sleep. You wander around my head in the night. Always I see you, in paintings and songs, you bring sense to my days, and I think I know your thoughts. I warm your favourite drink and we sit close. You put your head on my lap, I talk to you softly, we walk our usual route, you help me paint the door, I watch you run a race and I tell you I am proud. You are part of me, and sometimes when I look at you, I can’t believe that you used to swim around in my belly, no bigger than a little bean.