music

We’ve finished dinner and the clean up and Cary’s gotten his mandolin out and Don dusted off his guitar and now they are jamming, and Cary is singing a song about a little birdy.  Just thought enquiring minds would want to know.  I was going to make hot fudge sundaes, but Cary has been having a bit of an upset stomach lately so I held off.

It’s really fun, listening to these guys, I feel like I’m in the middle of a old-time western with all this blue-grass music flying around the room.

Okay, now there is a lull.  Cary is trying to figure out what the chords are of this new song.  They are strumming now and apparently there are “G…G…C…D…“ 

They’re off.  Cary is singing about being alone without his dear on his little cabin on the hill.  Sounds like somebody stole his woman.

Hey, I’m like a live action blog.  Maybe I should get Will out of his room and see if I can get him to bring a drum up from the basement and bang away to add to the general jubialant music that’s going on here.  I think I’ll give it a try.  Although, he’s probably working on the lines for his play.  Worth a try though.  I’ll let you know what the outcome is.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, October 19, 2008 in Chewing the Fat