'Music, music, music!'....that rings a bell!

I seem to recall, a while back mentioning a certain chaps reactions to the music that can frequently be heard echoing around the rooms of the Lowtown residence of ‘Lyons.’

Much of the time my musical proclivities remain uncommented upon by the lad. On occasion, for whatever reason, I will be made aware of his feelings. Such judgements are made, rather in the time-honoured way of that aged T.V. program ‘Juke Box Jury’ by judging a particular piece, with either a ‘Hit’ or ‘Miss!’

In truth his musical education is pretty broad. A lifetime of record collecting means I tend to wander around the history of music, and, depending on mood, the lad can be subjected to anything from Hildegard of Bingen to Jacques Brel. William Byrd to Charlie Bird. Josef Rheinberger to Django Rheinhart……..and so on and so forth and as the lad would say 'and such like!'

Most of the time Bing’s approval is based on whether he stays in the same room as the source of the music, or trundles off with a sigh, a ‘tup’ and sometimes a low growl.

We all of us have our own musical tastes…or possibly not in some cases. I’m glad that at least the lad has heard a wide range of music, even if I’ve had to bear the ‘slings and arrows’ of the boys barbs from time to time, in order that he receives a musically ‘catholic’ education.

Frankly, quite what he makes of it all is a mystery, and I can feel quite hurt when I am being transported by a particular ‘tara-diddle’ and he fixes me with a scowl, shakes his earflaps and wanders out of my presence! The quest for Bings ‘greatest hits’ will continue.

As I write, I have some Debussy, gently rippling around the room. The lad has curled up and happily drifted off to these strains, and I’m assuming it’s his French ‘origins’ that are being seduced by old Claude D’s melodies.

M’mmmm.

‘Oi Cloth-ears!’

‘What? Whats that?’

‘The ringer just rang.’

‘Ringer?’

‘Stone me he lives in another world. Yes old poop. *Old Jimmy.’

‘Ah, the dryer has done it’s stuff….hopefully.’

There is rain today…don’t say summer’s over for goodness sake!

I need not, but for the record, as I enter the kitchen a certain chap is parked by the snack tin awaiting his ‘perk’ for listening out for the ringer!

　*We have an egg timer in the shape of a chicken…..Old Jimmy is in fact known as ‘Jimmy Hen-ticks.’ You have Alison to blame for that one!!