While My Renaissance Lute Gently Weeps. The title is shamelessly stolen from George Harrison and the lyrics are cobbled together by borrowing from no fewer than eight Renaisance songs, by Dowland and his peers. But the melody and lute accompaniment are my own. The lute is an unforgiving beast to play, not least because it keeps trying to escape when you're playing it.
29 January 2021
19 January 2021
paraplexed.com
It had to be done. For a long time now, the Paranormal Hotel blog (formerly Helga's Chickens) has been renamed to PARAPLEXED while being accessible only as paranormal-hotel.blogspot.com. But today I have finally treated the blog to its own domain. We are now paraplexed.com (though the blogspot address will continue to work).
All that remains is a sense of purpose. And a feeling '21 is going to be a good year...
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