Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Emily and her guitar

Never too young. They always say that. Never too young to learn manners, to eat well, etc.

On Saturday we went to ELC and bought Emily a child sized guitar, so here's hoping it's never too early to learn to play guitar.

This isn't the first musical instrument Emily's been given. She's got a couple of tambourines, some sort of drum and a microphone that plays songs.

However, the guitar we bought her is a proper small scale guitar, not one of these Rockband style things with five buttons that plays a song when you press it. There's six-strings - E, A, D, G, B and E and it'll take a stronger man than me to keep the bastard thing in tune!

Right now she's just smacking the crap out of it, but I hope she moves on from the end of set Pete Townshend moves and tries a bit more of the during show moves.
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Monday, 17 August 2009

Emily's singing

I got home tonight to a neat surprise.

Emily had learned to hum along to "Baa Baa Blacksheep". It's this quiet little hum, the kind you'd do without noticing while busy doing something else.

Sue and I have subjected the poor child to music almost since the day she was born. I play her songs on my guitar and our singing actually soothes her and puts her to sleep. She's started to sing her own little nonsense tunes before, but today was the first time she's hummed anything that sounded like anything.

We've been talking about getting her a toddler's acoustic guitar, looks like she could use it now.

Emily may NOT be walking, but she knows about the black sheep!

Friday, 18 April 2008

BabyTunes


Traditionally, parents have been driven to their wits end by the selection of baby/child-geared music available. If the inane songs don't get you, the cry of "again, again" from any child will have you unwittingly whistling the Thomas the Tank Engine theme in your sleep.

Wired Magazine have run a blog entry addressing the inane nature of these songs, being so bold as to hypothesise that "children's music causes mental disorders in adults".

I can imagine this genre being akin to a very slow Chinese water torture... it'll break you in the end. The blog entry espouses the benefits of new musical outlets like Geekdad as an anti-thesis to this genre.

They Might Be Giants, among other acts, seem to be getting in the act of making children's music that parents can actually dig. They started off slow, with an album in 2002 called "No! No! No!" but have now whole-heartedly embraced the genre with two recent CDs - "Here come the ABCs" and "Here come the 123s".

Saint Etienne have also touched on the genre with the "Up The Wooden Hill" ep (including songs like "Let's Build a Zoo"), and promise to release an entire album of children's songs soon.

In the dearth of baby gifts we've been receiving, these two TMBG albums magically appeared like magical beacons of mental acuity in the night. Decent music, as any adult will know, gets better the more "again again" you give it.

It's a savvy ploy, get the kids onto your music at an early age, and then sell them your back catalogue at an older age once you've established "brand". I can just see Emily and I rockin' out to "Particle Man" or "(She Was A) Hotel Detective" when she is 8 or 9.

That thought alone should save me from (even more) mental disorders.

Tuesday, 4 December 2007

Duran Duran show

One of the things I am going to teach our baby when she arrives is how loving Duran Duran is a GOOD thing!

I went to see them last night at the Lyceum Theatre in London and they played a stellar show. During the first half, where they played their new album in its entirety, Simon dedicated the song "She's Too Much" to "all the dads out there, especially if you have a little girl to go home to". Well, I'm going to remember it as "all the dads and dads to be out there".

For the whole song, I really felt proud about our impending life change and the arrival of the wee-one.

Having now listened back to "She's Too Much" with that in mind, the song does take on a whole new take.

Here are the words, and remember to read them from a dad's perspective:

She's gentle to the touch
She's everything head first
So happy to be causing trouble

Sometimes
The pressure gets too much
And you think she's going to burst
And shatter like a Christmas bauble

I'll be there when the world is
coming down upon her
When she's scared, I'll be there
Fighting in her corner

She cries when she's alone
For all life's little knocks
Everything is supposed to make us tougher
Thinking is doesn't really show
But I know how she hurts
And I can't bare to see her suffer

I'll be there when the world is
coming down upon her
When she's scared, I'll be there
Fighting in her corner
I'll be there when the world
is closing to surround her
In the air as she falls with my arms around her

Holding on I'm looking out for
Her thin skin
Because she's everything
and I don't think she knows

She's such a gentle touch
She's too much a gentle touch
She likes to catch the sun
Plays with it like a ball
And never mind whatever keeps it burning
Someday, she might just be the one
Whose going to save us all
If this apocalipse is coming

I'll be there when the world is
coming down upon her
When she's scared, I'll be there
Fighting in her corner
I'll be there when the world
is closing to surround her
In the air as she falls with my arms around her

Holding on I'm looking out for
Her thin skin
Because she's everything
and I don't think she knows

I don't think she knows
I don't think she knows
(she's too much)
I don't think she knows
(she's too much) a gentle touch