Musical interlude - silly cosplay

 And now it's melody time, folks ... thus did late Northern English comic Les Dawson introduce the musical segment in his show, which always descended into wrong notes and chaos (and often mother-in-law jokes). Where I live we are now plunging headlong into the annual musical mêlée that is the Sanremo Music Festival, when 29 contestants provide top telly for five nights next week. Although hundreds of millions of euros ride on this festival, and 1500 direct jobs, the area becomes a no-go zone unless you are involved in the music or broadcasting industries. So I'm going away for some of it! 

This month there is also the Sanremo baroque music festival. Which is a bit of a contrast.

Like Les Dawson, my musical capabilities are questionable.* But I thought I ought to get into the spirit of the thing and show I'm not some grumpy old woman. The only instrument I have, however, is an old plastic recorder, like we had to learn to play at school. Decades later, I still haven't progressed much beyond Frère Jacques!

 

However, here are three characters who are experts and present my Baroque, Jazz and Rock festival with solo recorder!

Firstly, ancient music with Philomena Toot playing J.S. Bach's Sonata for Solo Recorder in Z flat (BWV 1745b) on a fine and delicate descant recorder manufactured during Bach's own lifetime by the Meissen plastic manufacturies.

 

The Jazz Lady now, who presents a syncopated number. If you haven't heard jazz recorder, you really haven't heard toe-tapping music. Ron Burgundy and his jazz flute is nothing to this.

 

 

More in the spirit of Sanremo Festival is the rock recorder. Easier and cheaper to smash on stage than a guitar, this is the new sound of 2025. Some photos to accompany the new album.

I'm not sure which was my favourite outfit. The disco pants, glittery slogan T-shirt, wild hair and leather jacket was fun

 

But the jazz outfit is seriously comfortable. The wide-leg trousers from Marks & Spencer are some of my favourite everyday wear. In fact, the day I bought them, the shop assistant happened to be wearing a pair and enthused about them to me. Sold!

I tried some more leggy numbers, too, but they may be a bit too short, even for a fake music festival.

 

I really like the way I look in the second of these.

So I had an afternoon's silly fun. After all, there's nothing more enjoyable than experimenting with outfits. Part of the joy of being trans.

What do you think?

Anyway, I plan to write another post before going away, and then next weekend I'll tell you where I've been to avoid the chaos.

I'll just end the musical theme with a link to satirical songwriter Mitch Benn's brilliant and funny take this week on the new US government's definition of sex intended to attack trans people, Everybody in America is Female. A health warning, though, about Mitch's obscene language.

 

Have a nice weekend. Relax with your favourite music, whatever it is.

Sue x

* Actually, Les Dawson was a very good professional pianist who played in clubs before going on the comedy circuit ... which is why he understood so well exactly when and how to introduce wrong notes.