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Monday, July 18, 2005

Songs of My Life: Song Number 1

dum de dum dum diddly dum
G G G G G C C dum-dedum de-dum
...

"Woke up to the sound of pouring rain
Wind would whisper and I'd think of you
...
Remember yesterday
Walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand
I remember you..."

I wish I could communicate how this song makes me feel....Those chords. That acoustic guitar part with the hammer-on on Cadd9. Those soppy words. That melody. Those guitar solos. Those guitar solos! And more importantly those guitarists who remember this song the way I do...whose eyes light up when I play it...who drop everything and play it for me at the slightest hint. Yeah. I love those guitarists :-)

If you don't know the song I am talking about, you won't understand how those first few bars just make me smile inside, or how I sing along in spite of my no-singing policy, or how the solos incite air-guitar temptations from little old me, or how it makes me think fondly about all the guitarists in my life.

Sigh.


Comments:
the "add9" is always fun...
 
add9's are my second favs. After sus4s.
 
But aren't sus4's kinda cliche?
 
Now that I re-read that, that wasn't very nice of me to say. Sorry. If you like sus4 chords, then they're not cliche. I just tend to hear them all over the place...
 
Since when did you worry about nice? ;)

I like some cliche things. Cliches can be cool.

I love this very cliche song becuase of the people it reminds me of...and just because.
 
I know you're joking, but I do in fact try to be nice to people -- I may trash the opinions of people I don't know who write things I find deplorable (or just wrong), but I generally don't want to say nasty things about people themselves. And certainly not to cool New Zealand girls with ultra-funky hats!

There are a couple of songs which will trigger very specific memories for me, mostly from my teenage years. Which is a mixed blessing, considering how much I enjoyed my teenage years (not a whole lot).
 
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