Busy busy busy …
Busy busy busy …
DsSis has just thrown us a huge curveball for Christmas, just when we thought we’d finished the kids’ shopping.
She says she wants a copy of this:
Avid Sibelius First software – Version 7 is apparently what they use at school.
She says she wants it for writing music without having to draw it out on manuscript paper. Seems an expensive way to save time and pencil lead, if you ask me. But DON’T ask me, because I am the iDunce, remember? And Tone-Deaf-Dad to boot.
Several questions then.
(10 ‘Spill points & a drink of your choosing to the first person to ‘get’ the lyrical reference in that title.)
I pretty much missed Shane’s first proper RR Guru stint, much to my own annoyance. Did you notice? No? Oh well, as you were ….
I’m buyin’! (Only virtually, of course.)
Jess (DsSis) is 11. Time to find that all-important high school.
Please feel free to ignore me here, folks, as I do realise I’m committing one of those ultra-awkward, blog etiquette faux-pas, but …
Full info & sponsor page here:
Those of you who’ve met me will realize that if I try to break out into a jog, earthquake early warning centres all over the northern hemisphere will panic!
Julie (DarceysMam), who hasn’t worn a sports kit outside of Center Parcs for over a decade, has been to the gym THREE times this week in a desperate attempt at training.
Jess (DarceysSis) is wondering if she can get out of the whole thing by sponsoring the other three of us.
Darcey, however, has decided that she wants to help those kids she’s been seeing on the telly. Bless her!
So, on Sunday morning, off we go. Sunday evening? I’ll be all jimblylegged.
Anyone remember/notice my comment earlier in the week that Jess was stressing herself into not being able to sleep? There were two reasons for it. First was her flute Bronze Medal Test (a kind of Grade 1 trial run). Well that went well apparently, but she won’t get ANY feedback for at least another couple of weeks, as all exams are marked remotely from a video taken of her performance.
The other event causing her worry was her part in her school club’s entry into a Bradford Schools’ talent competition, known as the Junior Rock Challenge. This was the kinda local-only kid brother to the national senior schools’ Rock Challenge series, which in Bradford takes place at St.Georges Hall. Though there are hints the juniors may get promoted there next year, the fact is this year’s wasn’t a big affair, as the college hosting it could only cope with an audience of around 400, but still …
Anyway, half a dozen local primary schools all put together 5 minute dance interpretations of a chosen topic title [Be Your Best], and performed them to a full house of family members and three judges. The whole thing was properly filmed (so I’m hoping there’s a DVD to come), compered by a local radio DJ, and was actually pretty impressive.
GUESS WHICH SCHOOL’S PERFORMANCE BLEW THE OTHERS OFF THE STAGE AND CAME HOME WITH THE WINNER’S PLAQUE??
I’ll admit they were helped by pulling the last-on-stage ball out of the pre-show draw hat, but their set was truly excellent. Choreographed by Jess’ ex-cheerleading teacher (& private danceschool owner) Helen Wragg, how on earth the thirty of them got through a performance like that without knocking each other flying is beyond me, let alone delivering a performance that had me absolutely spellbound.
So yeah, I
‘m almost as, no, I’m even MORE chuffed than my eldest daughter is, but that’s not actually my main reason for posting this. One of the factors in Shibden Head’s success was the soundtrack they put together for their five minutes, which was so in-yer-face infectious that their ever-so-slightly off-topic interpretation of the theme got past the judges without penalty. Based on a children’s book called Giraffes Can’t Dance, they had a five minute “Jungle” mash-up soundtrack, which was an absolute riot. Well, if I’ve finally got it right, here it is as a musical quiz.
NB – I do NOT, repeat NOT, have a list of artists & titles, so am in no position to issue ‘Spill points, but I figure you lot should be able to identify all of the snippets contained within. Fingers crossed . . .
All week – School Year 3 academic assessments.
Monday – Brownies (including badge awards; Jess is due one).
Tuesday – Flute half-term review (she finds out if she’s going to be started on practice pieces for her Grade 1), and finish off her “Top Secret” project at Art Club.
Wednesday – School Sports Day (shot put and relay race).
Thursday – Last Jazz Dance class for a month.
Friday – 20m Swimming badge attempt at SwimClub.
And then there’s the Bank Hol Brownie trip to Space 2010, and a week on Saturday we fly to Spain for a fortnight of fun and frolics on beach, sea and hotel pool complex.
So what does she do today, whilst we’re round at her friend’s for a relaxing Sunday of pizza, paddling-pool and play in the sunshine?
YEP! Goes over on the same ankle she sprained at Easter, in a playing field pothole whilst playing football, and ends the day in plaster with a broken (well, OK, “chipped”) ankle.
I don’t know about her, but I could cry!
Jess is understandably absolutely gutted about what she’s going to miss; but more heart-breakingly, she’s unfairly worried about what she’s done to OUR holiday!
I know I’m crassly tugging at heartstrings here, and pulling in favours I maybe haven’t earned, but to make her feel better, and disabuse her of that guilt, I’d love to make her a disc of tunes, with maybe a sleeve of get-well one-liners (possibly even little verbal wishes, from those who can work Audacity easily?) from you lot.
Musically, you have free rein: her taste goes from simple-piano-nursery-rhyme wordplay, develops through Jamelia & The Spice Girls, takes detours into classics by Booker T, Otis Redding etc., but is dominated by guitar-led rock & pop – Sheena Is A Punk Rocker being a current fave. Anything humorously related to injuries, legs, hospitals, or holidays jumps to the front of the queue.
I’ll start a DropBox folder entitled For Jess.