La Bouée

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    chrispenycate

    chrispenycate resident pedantissimo Staff Member

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    Those who have no exams are opening pubs, restaurants, shops, new territories or manufactories – and here I’m sailing round the oceans on a ship who can navigate herself.

    Perhaps scribe services ? Write a letter ‘ome fer yer, Guv ?
    No, most here are more than adequately literate – and those who have read my introduction posts understandably hestant about the results (look, you’re welcomed, aren’t you ? Where else would you get welcomed like that ?)

    Ah, well, I’ll just have to fall back on my primary gifts.
    A stage, with a powerful PA and decent stage monitors. A jam stage, with a selection of guitar amps, a couple of bass amps and some keyboard stacks.

    The instruments you don’t want to carry ; two grand pianos that disappear under the stage floor on electric lifts, A couple of drum kits, on wheeled (lockable) risers, a selection of cymbals and most of the LP selection of hand-hrld percussion instruments. A Hammond B3 with leslie, a modular synthesiser, a Fender Rhodes.. Upright bass, harpsichord, baritone sax.

    Plus a couple of ordinary instruments for those who might have forgotten theirs – nothing clever, a couple of Ibanez electric guitars and a five-string bass, acoustics with built in contact mics, autoharp, idem.

    In front of the stage, the “dancefloor“. Alomost no furniture, a couple of chairs and one, big table reinforced till you can dance on it – wait a minute, we’ve got dragons, I’ll weld on a couple of girders.

    Around the dancefloor a semicircle of tables, set up for four people each. Six if they’re very good freinds, two if one of them’s a dragon. A volume control on each table, so you can either enjoy the music, or fade it out completely. Acoustic isolation to the point that you can’t shout at the table next to you – but you can dial them up on a conference circuit, so it’ll sound as if you’re at the same table.
    No service as such ; food and (primarily) beverages are routed under the floor, and apperar through the table top. A limited selection, always two vegetarian, two mweat, two fish and two salad, plus pizzas. Nothing gourmet. A screen in the middle of the table allows you to make orders, communicate with the other tables, log on to the net if the music’s a bit slow…
    The monitor position has a little room with the microphones, DI boxes, in-ear monitors, cables, all the junk. The other side of the stage is the DJ booth, facilities for vinyl, CD. DVD, mp3… He (she?) will also have a selection of mix minus backing tracks, and a karaoke set up.

    The FOH position has the main sound desk, the lighting desk, and a couple of follow spots. It’s high enough that it won’t disturb sightlines, and has it’s own food lift (and beer fridge).

    Dressing rooms ? Do you think we’ll need them ?
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    Wybren

    Wybren Crooked Warden

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    You might need dressing rooms, particularly if there are people who really want to get into the karaoke.
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    chrispenycate

    chrispenycate resident pedantissimo Staff Member

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    Ah, I thought I'd got the décor wrong (well. I probably did; it's not my forté) but someone's looked in. Right, dressing rooms (six, I think, but they'll have to double as tuning rooms) it is.
    Dark violet doesn't suit? I can still change the paint.
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    Wybren

    Wybren Crooked Warden

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    Well, I think the dark violet gives it a great atmosphere, Perhaps you just need a big sign saying " NOW OPEN" it might work.

    Do you mind if I check out the instruments?
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    Wybren

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    *wanders round on stages and gets a feel for things, heads of to the change room and puts on suitable performing attire *

    I think I might give the Karaoke a go.

    *instruments start playing in the back, the Lady picks up the microphone*

    Them thats got shall get
    Them thats not shall lose
    So the Bible said and it still is news
    Mama may have, papa may have
    But God bless the child thats got his own
    Thats got his own

    Yes, the strong gets more
    While the weak ones fade
    Empty pockets dont ever make the grade
    Mama may have, papa may have
    But God bless the child thats got his own
    Thats got his own

    Money, youve got lots of friends
    Crowding round the door
    When youre gone, spending ends
    They dont come no more
    Rich relations give
    Crust of bread and such
    You can help yourself
    But dont take too much
    Mama may have, papa may have
    But God bless the child thats got his own
    Thats got his own

    Mama may have, papa may have
    But God bless the child thats got his own
    Thats got his own
    He just worry bout nothin
    Cause hes got his own
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    Leisha

    Leisha Tennis-ball Robin

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    *applauds Wybren*


    Ooh, now this looks fun! I could warble some embarrassing Celine Dion tunes in here and you'd all have to put up with me. :D


    I live my life like a runaway
    I hide my dreams in a special place
    I'm waiting here for my prince to come
    To save me from the darkness

    I count the nights, I count the days
    The ways, yeah
    Don't wanna fight, it would be in vain
    So in vain, so in vain

    I can run but I can't hide
    It's because... I'm living in the shadow of love
    Yeah, yeah
    To me you are the only one I dream of
    I'm living in the shadow of love

    Your love surrounds me, it's everywhere
    It is my shelter, it is my air
    A moon eclipse and a burning sun
    Make a shade just for me

    For you I wait forever and a day
    Yes I would
    To be there if your love should come my way
    My way

    I can run but I can't hide
    It's because... I'm living in the shadow of love
    Yeah
    To me you are the only one I dream of
    I'm living in the shadow of love

    Too many nights, too many days
    I've hidden from the sun
    And though I've tried to break away
    You hold a leash just too strong

    I love you in the shadow of love

    I can run but I can't hide
    It's because... I'm living in the shadow of love
    Yeah
    To me you are the only one I dream of
    Cause I'm living in the shadow of love

    It's because... living in the shadow of love
    Shadow of love, yeah
    I can run but I can't hide
    It's because... the shadow of love
    Shadow of love
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    Wybren

    Wybren Crooked Warden

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    *Cheers Leisha on*

    this is brilliant yeah??
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    Leisha

    Leisha Tennis-ball Robin

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    I'll have to post - I mean sing - some more Celine tomorrow. :D
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    chrispenycate

    chrispenycate resident pedantissimo Staff Member

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    Doesn't bother to get up from the mixing console and onto sage, but plogs in a Korkg WS and a mic back there

    Sings quietly, with a somewhat eccentrig rhythm pattern

    So take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
    Through the foggy ruins of time
    Far past the frozen leaves, the haunted, frightened trees
    Down to the windy beach, far past the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
    Oh, to stand beneath the diamond skies with one hand waving free
    Silhouetted by the sea
    With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
    Let me forget about today -- until tommorow

    Hey; Mister tamborine man, play a song for me
    I'm not sleepy, and there is no place I'm going to.
    Hey; Mister Tamborine man, play a song for me
    In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come - following you.
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    Wybren

    Wybren Crooked Warden

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    Bravo Chris, that is great.

    Steps up to the mic one last time for the night

    La mer

    Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs

    A des reflets d'argent

    La mer

    Des reflets changeants

    Sous la pluie



    La mer

    Au ciel d'été confond

    Ses blancs moutons

    Avec les anges si purs

    La mer bergère d'azur

    Infinie



    Voyez

    Près des étangs

    Ces grands roseaux mouillés

    Voyez

    Ces oiseaux blancs

    Et ces maisons rouillées



    La mer

    Les a bercés

    Le long des golfes clairs

    Et d'une chanson d'amour

    La mer

    A bercé mon coeur pour la vie
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    chrispenycate

    chrispenycate resident pedantissimo Staff Member

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    Hey, this is my place, so nobody can complain if I sing something I wrote, right?

    Copies a quarter inch tape onto CD to have the version without vocals - hm, 1984.


    Ah well spins disc

    Cross light-years dark
    By thoughts of peace we’re drawn.
    We disembark
    Dreams die stillborn

    Pain, anger, fears
    Wars blooming everywhere
    Starvation, tears,
    But arms to spare.

    Blue planet Earth, you live a lie.
    Blue planet Earth, of lead-grey sky

    A refugee
    Come seeking for the light
    From what I see
    I run in fright
    Poisonned sea bed
    To war-torn mountain slopes
    Everything’s dead
    Including hopes

    Where to now ? your terrestrial paradise lost,
    You’ve destroyed your resources regardless of cost.
    Cross the sky yourblue island called us from afar
    Beaconned haven for voyagers from star to star.

    Ecological suicide, who did it serve?
    Last wild animal sulks in a nature reserve.
    Clumsy apprentice sorcerers, haven’t you learnt
    That when playing with fire, someone’s going to get burnt?

    Come from afar
    Resume our journeying
    Another star
    Where birds still sing

    And soon your race
    Will launch into the void
    Seek to replace
    Your world destroyed

    Out through the void
    Leave death-grey mother Earth.
    A dream destroyed
    Beyond rebirth.
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    The Ace

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    Plays 'Wonderful Land,' on comb and paper, the only instrument he can play.
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    Leisha

    Leisha Tennis-ball Robin

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    Applauds Chris, Wybren, and The Ace. :)

    I've never heard someone play a kazoo with a comb and paper before!


    *sneaks to the dancefloor*


    And now, ladies and gentlemen, I will do something amazing.


    *Emu Jenny/Leish starts breakdancing to ABBA*


    Woooo, watch me go! This is fun. :D

    I betcha didn't think an emu could breakdance, did you? ;)
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    Wybren

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    *steps up to mic, whispers something to the musicians*

    Would you like to swing on a star
    Carry moonbeams home in a jar
    And be better off than you are
    Or would you rather be a mule?

    A mule is an animal with long funny ears
    Kicks up at anything he hears
    His back is brawny and his brain is weak
    He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
    And by the way, if you hate to go to school
    You may grow up to be a mule

    Or would you like to swing on a star
    Carry moonbeams home in a jar
    And be better off than you are
    Or would you rather be a pig?

    A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
    His shoes are a terrible disgrace
    He ain't got no manners when he eats his food
    He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
    But if you don't care a feather or a fig
    You may grow up to be a pig

    Or would you like to swing on a star
    Carry moonbeams home in a jar
    And be better off than you are
    Or would you rather be a fish?

    A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook
    He can't write his name or read a book
    And to fool the people is his only thought
    And though he's slippery, he still gets caught
    But then if that sort of life is what you wish
    You may grow up to be a fish

    And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
    Every day you meet quite a few
    So you see it's all up to you
    You can be better than you are
    You could be swingin' on a star
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    Ursa major

    Ursa major Bearly Believable Staff Member

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    I've always liked that song, Wy. (And "La Mer", for that matter.)
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    Wybren

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    They are great aren't they?
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    Wybren

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    Once again takes to the Mic

    [FONT=arial, helvetica]Somewhere over the rainbow
    Way up high
    There's a land that I heard of
    Once in a lullaby [/FONT]
    [FONT=arial, helvetica]Somewhere over the rainbow
    Skies are blue
    And the dreams that you dare to dream
    Really do come true [/FONT]
    [FONT=arial, helvetica]Some day I'll wish upon a star
    And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
    Where troubles melt like lemondrops
    Away above the chimney tops
    That's where you'll find me [/FONT]
    [FONT=arial, helvetica]Somewhere over the rainbow
    Bluebirds fly
    Birds fly over the rainbow
    Why then, oh why can't I?
    Some day I'll wish upon a star
    And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
    Where troubles melt like lemondrops
    Away above the chimney tops
    That's where you'll find me [/FONT]
    [FONT=arial, helvetica]Somewhere over the rainbow
    Bluebirds fly
    Birds fly over the rainbow
    Why then, oh why can't I? [/FONT]
    [FONT=arial, helvetica]If happy little bluebirds fly
    Beyond the rainbow
    Why, oh why can't I?[/FONT]
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    Leisha

    Leisha Tennis-ball Robin

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    I like the lyrics to that song. :)

    *applauds Wybe*


    *moves to the dancefloor*

    I'm too sexy for my fur, too sexy for my fur
    Fur's going to leave me :eek:

    I'm too sexy for my beard, too sexy for my beard
    So sexy I sear
    And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan
    New York and Japan

    And I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party
    No way I'm disco dancing *starts moonwalking*

    I'm a model you, know what I mean
    And I do my little turn on the catwalk *meow*
    Yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah
    I do my little turn on the catwalk

    *moonwalks again*
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    Wybren

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    *Applauds Loopy Cats rendition of the song*
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    Karn Maeshalanadae

    Karn Maeshalanadae Why?

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    *Wanders up to the mike*


    We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits,
    Gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind
    Hard-weather hoods a-hiding.
    Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel
    Afraid to chance a gentle touch ---
    Afraid to make the clasp.

    In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages.
    On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl
    Commuters in their cages. cryptic signals flash
    Across from pilots in the fast lane. double-locked
    And belted in --- too late to make the clasp.

    Let's break the journey now on some lonely road.
    Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload.
    Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear.
    Refill the cup and drink it up. say goodnight and
    Wish good luck.

    Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding unsteady courses.
    Grip the reins of history, high on their battle horses.
    And meeting as good statesmen do before the t.v.
    Eyes of millions, hand to hand exchange the lie ---
    Pretend to make the clasp.

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