I realize the tone’s been kind of gloomy over here since I started posting again. As Woody Allen once put it:
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction.
Yep, we’re in a bit of a pickle, and no mistake. Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean I can’t lighten up a bit, and occasionally sprinkle in a post or two that isn’t about the cliff we’re going over.
So, with that in mind, here’s a half-century-old tune that I’m sure you all know, sung and played by me a couple of years ago as a little gift for my wee grandsons.
(The hardest part was getting the fingerpicking exactly right: it’s an odd, idiosyncratic pattern, and when I was getting ready to record this I learned (with horror) that I’d been playing it wrong for more than 50 years.)
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“Hey Grandpa, why is this album all white?”
Seriously, your rendition is very beautiful Malcolm, a worthy successor to Sir Paul’s.
Wow! You did a great job with that old Beatles tune, both vocally and on the guitar. I’m impressed!
I had to listen very closely to be sure it was a cover and not the original. Very nice. Thank you! (and for other editorial cleanups on the comment aisle)
Thanks all. (I even made sure to put in the little quarter-note foot-tapping…)
I love this!
Sally!! So nice to see you here. Happy New Year!