Sometimes Ya Gotta Get The Blues
August 24, 2007
Today was the last day of "Blues Camp" for my two sons. It was run by their guitar teacher. From 11:00 to 1:00 each day this week they got together with another kid and listened to the blues, talked about the blues, and I think more importantly, wrote their own blues tunes.
They came home with a music CD they recorded yesterday. Peter (their teacher) had set up mikes in his studio and recorded them all playing their songs together. Peter did the singing because, apparently, all the kids were too shy to sing. The kids wrote the lyrics, each tune had a solo for them, and they made their own cover art and, uh, liner notes, I guess you'd say.
Sean's blues tune was about our dog, Frodo. I believe it was called "Lazy Dog Blues."
Ian (who wants to be a writer) wrote a blues tune called, "Blah, Blah, Blah."
The lyrics go something like:
I see your lips are movin'
But all I hear is
Blah, blah, blah.
You're drivin' me crazy.
All I hear is
Blah, blah, blah.
Ya know. I'm pretty much blown away by what these kids accomplished in what was essentially 10 hours.
Cheers,
Mark Terry
4 Comments:
Neat. I've never composed/played/sung a note even though I love music.
But maybe it wasn't that they were too shy to sing. Maybe they just hadn't paid their dues yet. You gotta pay your dues if you want to sing the blues.
A Blues camp. How kool is that?
Blah, blah, blah...sounds like my kids.
I want to hear the frodo song now. And I'm still waiting for his picture! Post it.
That's awesome! I might have to steal that idea next summer. Three kids in the camp? Very cool. Is it bad form to ask how much he charged?
Those lyrics are awesome. He's a poet! You should be proud.
The real question: Who was he thinking of when he wrote that song?
Eric,
I think you're right about paying your dues.
Aimless, I don't have a digital camera, so no digital pics of Frodo, although both my wife and son have a cell phone w/ a camera on it. Maybe we can figure something out.
SS,
It was $80 per kids. Total of 10 hours.
And I'm afraid he might've been talking about me. Or his mother. Or his brother. Or his teachers. Or...
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