My friend Carole has spent most of the month in Kentucky assisting her son and daughter-in-law with their new-born and 2-year-old sons. I've really missed her and wanted to welcome her back home on Sunday with some kind of enthusiasm.
Last night, while at my friend Pete's house, using his binding machine to make more copies of Fun with Winter Seed Sowing, it dawned on me. Pete is a composer and musician who often performs in filk circles. While he has produced traditional and epic scores, he also enjoys a good horrible song, so I knew he was just the person with whom I could create a little ditty to leave on Carole's answering machine.
Thus was born, Carole's Song.
If you have 31 seconds and a high tolerance for off-key singing (mine, not his), check it out! I always hate my voice in that it sounds high-pitched and nasal-y to me. I was glad the recorder did not capture that, only my being off-tune. What can I say--it's a gift! But I am enthusiastic! Until the recording was played back, I also didn't realize I had a southern twang, which was not intentional. Also, the final strumming of the guitar (a C-sharp, thank you very much) is me (now that sounded great!). The other instrument is Pete's banjo ukelele.
I have to say, it's quite humbling, very daunting, and a heck of a lot of fun to create music with, in fact, no actual musical ability!