Questions?
Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 1:57 pmQuestions?
My 13 year old grandson and I just recently spent 7 ½ hours in a car together and somehow we got listening to Pandora sucking up “data” on my new iFone that my kids talked me into buying. He selected a couple of his “categories” and I, of course, selected Chet and Tommy. We shared time (well, I had the wheel – he had Pandora's control buttons) – and, after a few lyric-less guitar tunes he asked how they came up with the names of the tunes – IF there were no words.
Good question. I admitted this subject was one of my favorite pet peeves in that most solo performer/song writers, in an effort to “give their fingers a break” talk waaaay too long about how they came up with the name of their wordless tunes. “I woke up one morning on the beaches along the Ivory Coast of Berwhacliea and felt the sun warming my broken heart of just being stung by, yet, another gold digging woman” - which feeling never came forth from the tune - when they finally get around to playing it. So, I completed my explanation to my grandson that those names are better than “Number 1”, Number “2”, etc.
Several songs later, and on the Tommy thread, we started hearing Tommy play a really nice melodic tune. “What's the name of this one, Grampa?” (He knew the name as it was displayed on my fone.) “Questions,” I replied with a reasonable amount of confidence.
“Why?” he queried back. But, I was too intent on the road and enjoying that wonderful tune to see the sly grin that had appreared on his face.
My 13 year old grandson and I just recently spent 7 ½ hours in a car together and somehow we got listening to Pandora sucking up “data” on my new iFone that my kids talked me into buying. He selected a couple of his “categories” and I, of course, selected Chet and Tommy. We shared time (well, I had the wheel – he had Pandora's control buttons) – and, after a few lyric-less guitar tunes he asked how they came up with the names of the tunes – IF there were no words.
Good question. I admitted this subject was one of my favorite pet peeves in that most solo performer/song writers, in an effort to “give their fingers a break” talk waaaay too long about how they came up with the name of their wordless tunes. “I woke up one morning on the beaches along the Ivory Coast of Berwhacliea and felt the sun warming my broken heart of just being stung by, yet, another gold digging woman” - which feeling never came forth from the tune - when they finally get around to playing it. So, I completed my explanation to my grandson that those names are better than “Number 1”, Number “2”, etc.
Several songs later, and on the Tommy thread, we started hearing Tommy play a really nice melodic tune. “What's the name of this one, Grampa?” (He knew the name as it was displayed on my fone.) “Questions,” I replied with a reasonable amount of confidence.
“Why?” he queried back. But, I was too intent on the road and enjoying that wonderful tune to see the sly grin that had appreared on his face.