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the past few weeks

I’ve found a job, done a couple of clogging gigs, changed houses, and
rehearsed with the Apple Chill Cloggers “di Carrboro” for a
folk dance
review internazionale
in
Castiglione
del Lago
, Italy (looks nice from above, doesn’t it?). Our last
rehearsal was Wednesday and it went really well as we have tightened
up as a team. I did a gig with them last week which gave me a taste
of being a performer on the road (the sleeping in a hotel part)…
some of the cloggers I know were in full-time touring groups for six
years straight back in the day. Crazy. I could be into it though.

After Italia I’ll to Scotland to visit folks and the fringe fest. I’m
leaving tomorrow morning and still have to do some packing so ciao for
now!

It’s Carrboro!

Awesome and a half: its-carrboro.mp3, and here is a taste:

… I’m shoppin at Tha Weave * – the total is twenty
He don’t pull out a Jackson, you know he’s droppin’ Plenty
At the Farmers Market I buy my spinich
For the prez I want Dennis Kucinich … [full lyrics]

* I think that it is spelled “Da Weev,” but beyond that Brian and Billy get mad props for actually putting this together.

Dear Carrboro,

You continue to treat me well. Since my last entry I have some new regular activities including Sunday “church” singing with the Shape Note Singers of Research Triangle Area, Monday Argentine Tango classes with Tangophilia, Tuesday clogging with Cane Creek Cloggers, Wednesday old-time jams at Nightlight, and Friday contra dances. Chloe has promised to get me lindy hopping too which will be cool, I think those are Saturdays. The irregular activities more than fill in the other nights.

I move to my new place Thursday. I’ll miss squatting at the estate, but will be here much in the future too. Me and the estate boys are starting our own Shape Note quartet.

Oh yeah, it looks like I might have a contract job now too.

And a first date tonight.

Sincerely,
pete's feets

never grow old (where we’ll) never grow old

I’m settling into Carrboro nicely. I’m crashing at Peter’s house for now, and moving to a very nice room down the street in a couple of weeks. There is no internet here, but if the wind direction and speed are correct and I hold the compee just right I can borrow the neighbors’.

Tonight was the inaugural meeting of the Cheek Street Shape Note Singers. We are three, and the music has four parts, so we need one more, but the sound was there. The other two guys are music majors, so they didn’t use the solfège, but I’ll convert them yet. We pulled off Northfield (How Long Dear Savior), Idumea (And Am I Born To Die), and Where We’ll Never Grow Old.

No job yet, but I have a couple of leads with a couple of local internet companies. I’m drinking a very nice Duck-Rabbit milk stout and about to head to dream land.