|Nice healthy swim|
Alas, I don't seem to have done much (anything?) on Chapter 5. I did a couple of revisions that I'd flagged up on Friday. I've spent an hour tidying up papers and notes. And last night I thought I had a brainwave, so I tried to follow it through. And tried again this evening. Suffice to say that it wasn't much of a brainwave after all. It could be, I grant you, but to make it a genuine brainwave would entail at least ...
- Sourcing as many early volumes of Moore's Irish Melodies as a 9-5 worker can access in Glasgow
- Looking at all six volumes of R A Smith's Scotish Minstrel again (similar constraints)
- Looking at Jones' Welsh Musical and Poetical Relicks and subsequent Bardic Museum, in depth (ditto)
Sitting at the piano for an hour or two, with a later compilation of Moore, and a couple of songs each from the other books, was insufficient. Similarly listening to some Moore CDs. Moreover, whilst I love Moore's Irish Melodies with a passion that surprises me, if I hear another high-pitched soprano singing in the register an octave above middle C tonight, I shall scream. Wherever you are, dear reader, you'd probably hear me, but I've taken steps to obviate this. The CD player has been unplugged.
So much for the brainwave. I sense a conference paper there, but not in the immediate future. Meanwhile, back to the chapter. I think I'll read through what I've written, carefully. And put my pile of reading in chronological order so I can skim them without risking backward references to things I haven't yet seen.
Our dinner guest bought Chardonnay. What's left, is in the fridge. Might be an incentive to get on with the chapter for an hour or so, first?