Don't want to bore you all with "what I did on my holidays" (oh, yeah?)BUT, one evening what I think of as the Artistico Taverna skiffle group consisted of our host George (former professional musician, refrigeration engineer and taverna owner) on lead 12 string guitar, Clive, a visiting South African flamenco guitarist, on a beautiful second guitar, another local George (an arhitect) on hand drum, his mother Irene, a noted scuptress in bronze,on tambourine, Cecilia, a visiting Italian music journalist, siffleuse, Faith, author of the definitive book on Kalymnos sponge divers on backing vocals with Herself, our hostess, another Irene, on vocals and some mad Englishman on kazoo.
When I thanked Clive at the end of the evening for his wonderful flamenco playing and apologised for my contribution to the evening (George had insisted I sing a blues and Clive seemed puzzled I couldn't tell him what key it was likely to be in!)he said "at least you play a distinct instrument". I think I heard Herself mutter, pity it isn't extinct.
The week before we arrived (no coincidence!)a Scottish tv crew had filmed George and Irene in action, I've no idea for what prograamme, but if you get Scottish tv and see a feature on Kalymnos and Emborios in particular, watch it.
RtS (it's safe to go there now, folks, for another year).