for the first time in a long time…I attained the point at which “all my troubles were to begin”
all week my drones had been fighting me, and my chanter refused to get into tune with itself. Then, tonight, something with them just “clicked”
for several hours, every one of my reeds was sweet-toned and in tune with every other reed…There is nothing to match a three-note chord against the chanter with drones, save maybe the same in a great big empty stone church…
And the fairy is looking for its finest crinolene and chiffon tutu. But apparently the fairy dust is £30 a gramme, so it’ll have to be ketamine instead.