The Schnark has been keeping his head down this winter. A new boat is in my care on the Medway, but we’ve not been a float since July except as crew, or in hired craft. I have stories to tell but not the time to give them credit.
I have been instead banging away with my mandolin. I am untaught, and not terribly good. My problem is as I don’t read music tunes come out of my head are expressed by the vibrating strings, suffered by my poor neighbours, and are then immediately lost. Over the years I have tried recording myself, but the recordings are always filed and forgotten. I need someone to engage with me, to listen and tell me no, no, no and perhaps yes, or work harder on that one.
I must now warn you the recordings below are unfinished, they are the result of me hitting the play button on the smartphone and hoping for the best. My only advisor advised me strongly against publishing them, but they cannot be rerecorded without a great deal of effort, and they will, of course, never be the same.
If you have suffered one or more or, even a fragment of one of these assaults on the senses, please do not bare a grudge, but kindly comment below, naming the piece by its place in the order, and telling me what you made of it.
My great hope is to name them, or at least those that are worthy, and I need your help with that.
Please don’t be shy, do your best, leave a comment below. I promise all will be welcome!