Haiku for Cris, by someone who can´t count

Hands of a competent cook, eyes of a gazelle. This came to me one night watching Cris Montull playing: she´s a pianist and composer living here in Gijón – love her! When I find a photo you´ll see what I mean – and if I can get a sound clip too – !  In haste, […]

cris-montull

Hands

of a competent cook,

eyes of a gazelle.

This came to me one night watching Cris Montull playing: she´s a pianist and composer living here in Gijón – love her!

When I find a photo you´ll see what I mean – and if I can get a sound clip too – !  In haste, I´ve already burnt my dinner.

Clever Cris has just won the AMAS (Asturian Music Awards – freely translated) for keyboards – here you can hear a microscopic quote from her playing – and not such a good photo as here! http://www.premiosamas.com/premios.asp

Haiku for Cris, by someone who can´t count

cris-montull

Hands

of a competent cook,

eyes of a gazelle.

This came to me one night watching Cris Montull playing: she´s a pianist and composer living here in Gijón – love her!

When I find a photo you´ll see what I mean – and if I can get a sound clip too – !  In haste, I´ve already burnt my dinner.

Please come and find me!

getting photos taken in the summer for when we´ve got that set ready
getting photos taken in the summer for when we´ve got that set ready

I´m writing this so that Charlie Bradshaw stumbles across it – if he ever looks at anything on the internet, which I doubt – because I´m crazy about him, and I want to explain to him what it´s like to be me. I want to emulate his painful honesty in describing internal processes, his detachment, his capacity to note what´s going on without being judgemental or taking precipitate action, but above all, the inarticulate kindness that is the basis of his being. I want to thank him for teaching me a bit more about how a man can be, and think; and reciprocate – because he finds women he likes mysterious, although he can describe brilliantly what it is to be inarticulate in front of her.
I don´t know what he´s going to make of me, I´ve lost count of how many irons I´ve got in the fire, but they include this blog, getting out my audiobook for adult learners for the piano, “Play it by Ear” which I am writing, reading and recording myself, working up a set list with a brilliant piper (the traditional instrument in Asturias), walking by the sea, daily, and most of all, enjoying being with friends and family, whether here or virtually. And that´s just today! You can see the difficulty I face in trying to define myself by who I am, rather than what I do!