tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792654918474025710.post3978022919426213678..comments2024-01-12T00:56:56.199+01:00Comments on The Compleat Anglo in the Pays Basque: 197. Days of wine and rosesPipéradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10335267015454274676noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792654918474025710.post-52442850362500982532012-11-13T17:53:24.924+01:002012-11-13T17:53:24.924+01:00That's the one! Thanks for that - my Dad used ...That's the one! Thanks for that - my Dad used to play it a lot slower. Amazing the power of the Internet.Lesleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792654918474025710.post-46694440503375388252012-11-13T12:01:46.840+01:002012-11-13T12:01:46.840+01:00I know what you mean - my father played the piano ...I know what you mean - my father played the piano and occasionally I'll hear one of his pieces on the radio..<br />Here's that one of your Dad's:<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vpy-9rlGLOIPipéradehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335267015454274676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792654918474025710.post-61161251207056800712012-11-13T10:13:28.833+01:002012-11-13T10:13:28.833+01:00My Dad had a banjo and a ukulele. As kids we were ...My Dad had a banjo and a ukulele. As kids we were often told the jokes about the instruments but I do remember that you tune the uke. to 'my dog's got fleas'. Not that that helps with your 5 strings, but it has brought a memory back of him stumming 'Drifting and Dreaming'. Thanks. Lesleynoreply@blogger.com