Strings and Things.....

Heard the Los Angeles Guitar Quartet last night. What amazing talent! If you ever get the chance.....go see them (www.lagq.com). Four men, 25 strings (one had a 7-string guitar). Beautiful music. My son’s father played classical guitar when he was younger. I thought he was very talented. So when my son showed an interest in guitar (this was after the clarinet experience), I bought him one and he began lessons. He now also has an acoustic electric guitar and he loves to play (around on) both guitars. Unfortunately, however, his paternal musical instrument talent genes got all messed up with my lack thereof (3 years of piano lessons and all I can play is "Santa Claus is Coming to Town").
I spent last weekend whipping through about 200 pages of typing. Fortunately, the Rossini Festival (and Italian Street Fair) was held Saturday. It was a nice break to walk around and look at all the crafts and listen to some music. We ate at the booth for my favorite Italian restaurant. And I learned something. There are port-o-potties that are painted orange and have a big "T" on them. I'm not exactly sure what, but there's just something wrong about that.
The last meeting of the International Literary Colloquy was today (discussing When the Birds Stopped Singing: Life in Ramallah Under Siege). We had a delicious curry chicken and cous cous lunch with flat bread and spice cake for dessert. Next fall we've chosen Latin American as our target area.
I formed a little book club that meets once a month at my house (I'd tell you our name but you might die laughing). I'd love it if my book club gals would also choose a country or "theme" of books, maybe in groups of three. But if we adopted that rule, we'd be violating Rule No. 1; which is, of course, that there are no rules. :/