Like goats to my ears...

As a self-proclaimed "honorary member" of Mr. L's family, I have the privilege of being exposed to all sorts of whimsy and..."unique"...experiences.  Case in point: private Rik Palieri house concert hosted by Mr. L's parents last Saturday night.  

T'was my first house concert.   I had been ignorant to the existence of such concerts up to this point...though I've conferred with my Seastar and she too had been unaware...perhaps it's a cultural thing...perhaps its a deprived childhood/life thing...who's to say...toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe.  In any case, the night began with Mr. L and I rushing over to the parent's nest for dinner...with Mr. Palieri in attendance.  Mr. L's family is a rather musical bunch, and their knowledge of obscure...yes...OBSCURE...artists and instruments (that never ceases to astound me) helped the dinner conversation progress smoothly.  I on the other hand, gave smiles and giggles here and there but for the most part, stuck to what I knew: food.  I don't mean conversing about it so much as eating it.  And let me tell you, the food was glorious!  The flavourful, savoury taste of the creamy red-pepper sauce of the pasta danced on my palate until I guided the delectable, morsel of food - a celebrity really - down its journey into my eagerly waiting stomach, in which, I imagine, an after-party was held in celebration of the arrival of such a special guest.  In short, I really enjoyed dinner.

The guests started to arrive sometime after 7pm and the show was ready to go by 8.  For the first half of his act, Rik had us singing along to his banjo/guitar (named lucky)/aboriginal love flute/harmonica (the silliest of all instruments in my mind) tunes.  There was singing, there was clapping, and there were smiles all around.  But it was the second half of his act that really had me blown away.  For one, he had a song about a doll with my FULL name...creepy...Second, for his second last song, he played....A GOAT.  Let me put in context...it was a goat that's been made into a Polish bagpipe.  I thought it was pretty cool at first...but then the inflated goat skin (which still had the form of a goat just head- and legless) really started to get to me...mmm it was a very similar moment to the Simpson's episode when Lisa turns vegetarian "Pleeeasseeee Lisssaaa don't eeeat me!  I thought you looooove me....looooove me."  Like that.  Though I suppose I wasn't eating the goat...just...listening to it.

Anyhow, I sulked my way into having Mr. L take a quick photograph of said goat before we left for home.  The proof is posted below.  Enjoy.

Goat.  Though I now realize it looks more like a cat in this pic.