Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
And speaking of Henry Purcell
I had the oddest dream the other day that I had gone to visit Dianna Rigg at her beautiful home and she let me play her wooden marimba, at which I was suddenly spectacularly talented. This was the tune my brain chose.
In truth, I have no idea if Dianna Rigg has a marimba, wooden or otherwise. But she did say that this was her favourite tune. It sounded great on a wooden marimba.
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I love the image. Diana Rigg _should_ have a marimba. Si non e vero...
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