>Went to sing that gig where the rehearsal was last week, this time in daylight. The village of Sellrain lies at 900 meters above sea level, in a steep valley. It’s beautiful, but I couldn’t imagine living here and not feeling claustrophobic, with these mountainsides closing in on me. Plus, how the hell do they get up these hills in the winter, even with chains?
This is the first time I’ve noticed a church clock like this — the upper dial points to the hour, the lower dial to the minutes (the markings are for the quarter-hours, for when the bells chime.) So, this clock says it’s 5 minutes past 4.
Today is, incidentally, St. Cecelia’s Day, loved by musicians everywhere for the increased chances of landing a paying outside gig (she’s the patron saint of music.) We performed a mass, accompanied by the village band decked out in their traditional costume (Lederhosen.) The villagers filled the church to capacity, even though they’d been there earlier in the day for the funeral of a teenage neighbor. You got a real sense of village life and important roles played by the church and music in their daily lives.