Conrep derailed by cold. Film at eleven.
Feb. 16th, 2011 07:53 amSo we went back into the hall, and I listened to Jackie and the Crooklets sing their Sam-winning songs (I hadn't heard the latter before; amazing) and then heaved myself on to my hind legs and played while DJ sang Mina's Song. I don't think I made too many mistakes. Then Phoenix came on to the stage, I went back to my seat, and I ought to be able to tell you which song they played, but I honestly can't. It might even have been "Joan."
Because the next thing I knew I was being summoned back to the stage to sing "Sam's Song."
This (for those who may not know, and may be wondering whether I took the Martin or the Davis Jr. part) was one of the first original songs I co-wrote with
soren_nyrond, and it seems to have struck a chord in many filkers' hearts, such that for a long time it's been the "traditional" closing number at British filkcons. I thought, since we hadn't been able to go for several years, that it might have quietly been dropped, or replaced with something a bit more recent, but apparently not yet. With the result that by the time I had croaked my way to the end I had to be scooped up in a ladle and poured back into my seat. Well, not literally, but I was very happy.
The closing ceremony went off swiftly and efficiently, as these things tend to do, with gifts for the guests, and rounds of applause for everyone who had contributed to what was already recognised as another successful con, and then it was dinner time for everyone except the poor techies and anyone they could dragoon or cajole into helping them tear down all the stuff they'd just had to put back up. My contribution was to rescue my poor neglected keyboard, and as it turned out the wrong keyboard stand, and plonk them back in the room before taking Jan to dinner in the restaurant.
This time everything worked perfectly. Jan had the roast, and I had a rather nice haddock fillet, and I even managed a very pleasant chocolate dessert, once I'd scraped the white gunk off it. (I don't do cream.) And then, after a quick trip back to the room, we returned to the lounge area and I parked Jan next to Marion (whom she said she'd hardly had a chance to talk to all weekend), sat down in a chair opposite, and promptly fell asleep.
What happened after that, you shall hear anon.
Because the next thing I knew I was being summoned back to the stage to sing "Sam's Song."
This (for those who may not know, and may be wondering whether I took the Martin or the Davis Jr. part) was one of the first original songs I co-wrote with
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The closing ceremony went off swiftly and efficiently, as these things tend to do, with gifts for the guests, and rounds of applause for everyone who had contributed to what was already recognised as another successful con, and then it was dinner time for everyone except the poor techies and anyone they could dragoon or cajole into helping them tear down all the stuff they'd just had to put back up. My contribution was to rescue my poor neglected keyboard, and as it turned out the wrong keyboard stand, and plonk them back in the room before taking Jan to dinner in the restaurant.
This time everything worked perfectly. Jan had the roast, and I had a rather nice haddock fillet, and I even managed a very pleasant chocolate dessert, once I'd scraped the white gunk off it. (I don't do cream.) And then, after a quick trip back to the room, we returned to the lounge area and I parked Jan next to Marion (whom she said she'd hardly had a chance to talk to all weekend), sat down in a chair opposite, and promptly fell asleep.
What happened after that, you shall hear anon.