Discussion: Compose (a composition assignment)
# Posted on January 31st 2007 by tom boxman
Here’s another from an assignment and my irradiated brain cells. The thing kept moving me along to this result, but for history check out the discussion. Since we haven’t that many e minor tunes, and it did press for its own identity, here it is for others give it a go and see what they think…
“Roast Gander & Tatties”
On my da’s side they were all farmers, he ran away from that, lied about his age and joined the military. My gran on that side never wasted a thing, as is the nature of such work. When it came to a bird, and I’ve inherited that, everything that can be used is used. We always made a stock, and that often became the base for a stew, the bones picked clean and the meat added to that.
I remember a Gander that went nuts, randy. It started chasing everything that moved, including the dogs, and they just ran. It was taking after the chickens too. In the end it had to be put down. Since grabbing it was out of the question, a 22 was used, so ‘hole in the gander’ rather than ‘gander in the hole’. Nothing went to waste. Just this week I worked that magic on a small guinea fowl and got half a dozen meals out of it. We once, sadly, clipped a pair of pheasants. I felt my regrets, beautiful birds, but they did not go to waste and they fed us for a week’s worth of meals…
“Spit and Drip”
That’s how birds often started their trip to the table, on a spit dripping fat on veggies in a tray at the bottom, sat in front of a nice hot fire…
Spit, drip and baste…
“The Gander in the Pratie Hole” ~ the inspiration
Key signature: D Major
Submitted on November 28th 2001 by Jdharv.
But not necessarily that specific set of dots and letters…
They’re fun to play together…
“Gander in the Pratie Hole” ~ D Mixolydian
Once upon a time in Ireland a pretty Catholic colleen fell in love with a Prodestant lad.The local priest refused to marry them in his church unless the lad converted to Catholicism.He agreed and was duly baptised into the Roman faith.A few months after the wedding the Father was taking a stroll around the village on a Friday afternoon and to his horror smelt meat roasting in an oven.
"Who in the name of Lord is roasting meat on a Friday?" he said to himself.
He followed his nose which led him to the kitchen of the recently wed couple.He entered the back door and saw the lady of the house on her knees in front of the oven,basting a large joint of meat and repeating over and over again
"You are now a fish,you are now a fish………………….."
Looking for this tune, is on a cd I have called Cooking for Brides. Not sure of the correct spelling "Rosbeth" Would appreciate some help on this great tune, thanks Jan
This one perhaps?