… or Pandemic Schmandemic#3
Barbara threw in another request for her ever-increasing list of wedding songs — my doing, really as I had suggested if I were to set up and perform one song I might as well play a handful. Grabbing the concept with gusto, sis then proposed The Beatles’ ‘Blackbird’. I was surprised at a choice that appeared to be another from her memory of me sitting quietly in my room as a teenager, using the music that others made to help me learn the guitar. However, I always wanted to learn the work but it had remained a one-of-these-days songs until somewhat recently.
A couple of years back when I was staying at my brother’s place, David picked up his guitar and gifted me a faultless rendition of Paul McCartney’s ‘Blackbird’. From that impressive performance I told myself that I just had to do it and envisaged that one day, when there’s more than one guitar and both of us in the same room, we might just perform it together. That day has yet to materialise but once the world returns to a semblance of normality, I’m sure the situation will present itself. I never did say thanks for the inspiration, little bro.
Thanks, little bro!
The elements weren’t totally conducive to outside recording as many times I’d need to re-start as a breeze would momentarily strengthen enough to buffet through the foam microphone covers. I became excited as this take progressed with the air remaining comparatively still, and then fluffed the words in the final verse. The viewer might detect a momentarily-suppressed smirk as I decided to soldier on.
Footnote: for those who aren’t aware (or care), there aren’t actually any crows in Tasmania. My offhand remark before the song actually refers to the call of one of the many forest ravens who, too, call this place home.