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Saturday, October 29, 2011

Jammin' in old Issaquah...

Fast forward to Wednesday [I'm pretty sure that I did something on Tuesday, but I'm also pretty sure that it was lame. I got creative with my orange and blue highlighters when I was critiquing my public speaking students' speeches or something. GONG].... for endeavor no. 2.

Don't you love it when one of your dearest friends calls you up and says, "By some stroke of extraordinary good luck, I don't have classes on Wednesday. Would you like to meet in Issaquah? Yes? What should we do? What? I don't know either. 'Something crazy?' Yes, I couldn't agree more...."

That was sort of Sabam's end of our telephone conversation on Tuesday afternoon or something. And yes, we decided to meet in Issaquah the next morning.

Let's get one thing straight: when I agreed to recite Spanish poetry for Profesora Mommer, I didn't do so with the intention of using the project as one of my "endeavors." In fact, I hadn't even conceived the idea of a creativity resolution.

In the same way, I wasn't expecting that what looked to be a "normal" [as normal as we get, hmm, Sabam?] morning bumming around down-town Issaquah with my chum Problematic would turn into something that I could publish here (the recording on the Spanish-sounding one in A didn't turn out very well, SB, so I'm posting this one).

So, with SB's permission, I'm posting one of the products of our coffee/street musician date.

We also came up with a delightful arrangement of "Scarborough Fair" that was *almost* perfect in the recording.... I'm hoping to record it with her again some time soon, and show it to you as well.




I pretty much failed at setting up the camera; there's nothing really to see other than my nose and Sabam's hand and bow for a few seconds. Oh, and I smile at one point: at the time, I had just thrown a new chord into the mix, Sabam was rolling her eyes at me, and I was grinning mischievously back.

She really does reserve a little extra commendation. I kept tossing in random chords and was altogether no doubt extremely vexing. She still manages to sound pro the whole time. Yeesh.

And we can't forget to acknowledge Ignatius (Sabam's violin) and Matthias (my guitar), the two men in our lives that made our excursion possible. =)

5 comments:

Hannah said...
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Hannah said...

Oh my goodness, I love this. I wish I could have been there.

Sandy said...

BEAUTIFUL. GAHHHHH. Makes me want to die of happiness. :)

Argentia Krystofel said...

Recently rediscovered your blog (and that you were posting again!) and wanted to comment. XD It's been so long that I don't remember who I found your blog from, but, oh, well...

I really like ya'll's music. REALLY like it. I have a friend who plays guitar, and a friend who plays violin...hmmm...I should try convincing those two to do some stuff together.

Problematic said...

Grace, we need a drummer to make this song complete. Also, this turned out way better than I thought it would.