I have written before about my old band Atlantic, and with great affection of our late lead guitarist, Kevin. While I tried to describe his guitar playing, I feel I didn’t do it justice. But now I can.
As I was stumbling and bumbling around the Internets last night, I happened upon this oldie, and if you want to see exactly how Kevin played, note the virtuosity of Focus’s Jan Akkerman — and it is absolutely no exaggeration to say that in playing this song (as Kevin used to do, just for practice), his and Akkerman’s style, down to the way they held their guitars, are identical. (Nobody in our band, and quite possibly nobody in the whole world could ever sing like Thijs van Leer.)
Kevin had better hair, though.
Just thought I’d point out that today is New Wife’s second (!) wedding anniversary with Yours Truly. All commentary about the burden she has to bear and her saintlike patience will be passed on. (She doesn’t visit this place more than once or so a week, because she’s not interested in guns or politics.)
I am a lucky man.
As I may have said before, we don’t have Christmas Dinner on Christmas Day itself: Christmas Day is devoted to a Full English Breakfast with the kids (this was ours yesterday; bangers, beans, back bacon, mushrooms. eggs and tomato all fried in boerewors drippings and hash browns, also — not pictured — French bread toast, and cinnamon rolls made by Daughter)
I should point out that this was my plate: the others had portions essentially double that of mine, because I can’t take that much because of gastric surgery. I made up for it by drinking more Mimosas than everyone else.
We save the roast beef dinner till the day after Christmas: Boxing Day (a Du Toit family tradition):
I cook the roast, New Wife does the potatoes, parsnips, asparagus and other veg., and Daughter makes the Yorkshire pud. Dessert is generally peach cobbler and / or fruit cake with icing, but this year there’s a Yule Log like this one, compliments of Daughter.
Mostly because nobody in our family can handle a Full English and Roast Beast on a single day, we’ve turned Christmas Day into a two-day family affair. In American terms, it’s like having two Thanksgiving meals in a row.
We like it that way.
Mr. FM was engaged in ritual slaughter at one of his estates (in Devon, I think) over the past weekend:
…which is all well and good, but I have two serious issues with this:
1) According to the Daily Mail, Britishland is supposed to be suffering near-Arctic conditions at the moment:
…but clearly they’ve been lying again, or else Teh Weather doesn’t have the necessary permits to wander onto Mr. FM’s properties.
2) I wasn’t there to join in the festivities.
[exit, eating his liver ]