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cblj_backupHappy New Year, everyone! Or if you follow the lunar calendar, Happy Sunday!
That was a good evening. R had a bunch of his friends over, and I kind of love when that happens because there are always new faces, and then they go "Oh...you're Sam!" and I get to feel special.
It was mostly musicians, so we played a lot of music and sang a lot of songs. I got props for correctly knowing all the words to both "Born Under A Bad Sign" and "It's All Right". My ten months with R was a steep musical learning curve, lemme tell you. My favourite was a glorious folksy accoustic version of Lit's "My Own Worst Enemy", after which someone began singing a song that none of us recognised until she hit the chorus:
Never gonna give you up,
Never gonna let you down...
That's right. One of R's guests rickrolled us.
We rang in the New Year with Freight Trains In Heaven followed by one of our company doing the Jurassic Park overture on piano, with R accompanying on harmonica. Good omen?
I also got to meet R's brother, as I may have tweeted incredulously. The thing is, I did know in a sort of vague sense that he had two half-brothers, but he never talks about them. It was just stunning to meet one of them. They grew up together, so R's Brother J is like a smaller, slightly younger, way more organised version of R. Put it this way: R is a bluesman who has never arrived anywhere on time. His brother? Is a librarian. It's almost novelistic.
(At one point he and I engaged in the most nerdtastic debate ever, inspired by a game of Celebrity, when we tried to hammer out whether R was correct in describing Rasputin as "a philosopher". Discuss amongst yourselves.)
Anyway, lots of fun, as should be evidenced by the fact that I didn't get home until 1:30.
That was a good evening. R had a bunch of his friends over, and I kind of love when that happens because there are always new faces, and then they go "Oh...you're Sam!" and I get to feel special.
It was mostly musicians, so we played a lot of music and sang a lot of songs. I got props for correctly knowing all the words to both "Born Under A Bad Sign" and "It's All Right". My ten months with R was a steep musical learning curve, lemme tell you. My favourite was a glorious folksy accoustic version of Lit's "My Own Worst Enemy", after which someone began singing a song that none of us recognised until she hit the chorus:
Never gonna give you up,
Never gonna let you down...
That's right. One of R's guests rickrolled us.
We rang in the New Year with Freight Trains In Heaven followed by one of our company doing the Jurassic Park overture on piano, with R accompanying on harmonica. Good omen?
I also got to meet R's brother, as I may have tweeted incredulously. The thing is, I did know in a sort of vague sense that he had two half-brothers, but he never talks about them. It was just stunning to meet one of them. They grew up together, so R's Brother J is like a smaller, slightly younger, way more organised version of R. Put it this way: R is a bluesman who has never arrived anywhere on time. His brother? Is a librarian. It's almost novelistic.
(At one point he and I engaged in the most nerdtastic debate ever, inspired by a game of Celebrity, when we tried to hammer out whether R was correct in describing Rasputin as "a philosopher". Discuss amongst yourselves.)
Anyway, lots of fun, as should be evidenced by the fact that I didn't get home until 1:30.
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Date: 2012-01-05 02:19 am (UTC)He had to fight to keep a straight face - but he did it! The bride didn't manage it with hers, lol.