So, it turns out the Untitled Writer's Group has a large percentage of musicians, most of whom play fiddle. It was therefore decided we should have a gathering to noodle around with music.
Steven agreed to host. I dubbed us "The Common Heard," in a complicated joke based on the idea that a person who has not title is a commoner...you'll get it in a second, honest. We exchanged some music and we brought snacks and Saturday we sat and stood and...fiddled around.
Steven's place has a big basement loaded with toys, including a train set that kept Alexander happily occupied. Steven had his harp, Tim had brought his drum and some penny whistles, I of course had my fiddle, as did two other member Catherine and Erica.
We were...not bad. I mean, Carnegie hall's not checking its schedule anytime soon, but it was fun. I've never just sat down with other people to play music before and I really enjoyed it. Everybody else there had a LOT more experience than I did, but trailing the pack I didn't do too bad. We did "Sheebeg and Sheemore," "Red Wing," (which sounds REALLY different with a harp accompaniment) and "Will Ye Go, Lassie, Go?" We ate yummy snacks, and picked out tunes for next time. For there will be a next time. Tremble in fear, oh ye mortals!
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