Let’s get this year over with
I’m feeling a wee bit indigenous today. A wee bitty Scottish through and through. A wee bit like Chris Guthrie from Sunset Song: in harmony with the land: San Caledonia.
Tonight we’re having a ceilidh. The band have the tricky task of following me as I play hard, fast and randomly – skipping repeats, forgetting to count and stuffing up introductions. But never mind. As long as the drummer drums and the dancers can count to eight – we should be fine.
It was way back in the early 80s that my violin teacher thought it would be good for us to learn some Scottish tunes. We used to get trussed up in kilts and sent off to scrape away in various shopping malls and town halls. Then at some point in the late 90s, I dusted off “kerr’s merrie melodies for the violin” and away I went: with a band rather than other fiddles – four times the speed, but just the same ability level.
To our faithful following, the repertoire seems to never have changed. Indeed, it has never changed since 2006. But, since the first ceilidh we have added a good few and ditched any that were too tricky or required me to play in 3rd position.
Tonight we have the additional challenge of my louping staved hand. Which is a purely Scottish injury. If you fall on your backside in any other country, it is impossible to end up with a louping staved hand – so… just as well I did it here – otherwise I might have sprained or broken it!
I’m sure it’ll be fine. If need be I’ll make an extra resolution to have regular physio in the new year.
Who can say how tonight will turn out. What I like about it is that it is a real ceilidh in the spirit of real ceilidhs. It isn’t a tourist gimmick. It will hopefully be an informal riot of mediocre music and dance for all ages – with snacks at half time.
AND, importantly, there will be Auld Lang Syne at the end. What’s with the 21st c mistake of replacing Auld Lang Syne with yon bonny banks by Runrig? Eh? It’s TOO LONG for the end of a ceilidh, the words are depressing and everyone over the age of 60 gets confused. And I get confused. I mean, I get confused enough with Auld Lang Syne, my dear. As long as the drummer goes doof doof at the right point, we’ll be fine.
And I really hope we get Gangnam Style on at the break.