Turn Down For What...

I don't know everything. That was painfully apparent the other day when I stood in a group of classically trained musicians and listened to them talk. "ya, that Beethoven slaps" would not even have added to the information passed back and forth. I have a neighbor though, not a right beside me neighbor but more of a cattycornered up a little rise neighbor who does know about everything. Once on hearing me play the tuba he told me he had a Portuguese trumpet that was so expensive and if he played it and it broke there would be no one who could fix it. I think you get the idea.    

I was on the porch with chicken, yellow squash and onion on the grill. Sweet potato was baking inside. Cathy was entering cases on the computer from St. Vincent de Paul visits we had done It had been a rough week with highs and lows all mixed up and Cathy asked that I put on the Beatle's Sgt. Pepper album. I put it on and cranked it through the two sets of inside speakers and the bluetooth jobs on the porch. Those bluetooths were punching way above their weight. 

In a drop a track world Sgt. Pepper's is one of those albums you just about have to listen through start to finish. Take a little trip with it so to speak. I remember having a music professor who said in 100 years the Beatles would be revered with the classical composers for their work. Sgt. Pepper was about 7 years old at the time. Now it's almost halfway to that 100. It's familiar tunes that forever influenced pop music. I hear music all the time and say, "they listened to their Beatles."

Still in the taking a trip mood to wind down because after all Medicare is not reimbursing for micro dosing yet I put on the old Quicksilver Messenger Service record, Happy Trails. Side one is a long jam on the Bo Diddley (pay Bo Diddley) tune "Who Do You Love." There are long eclectic guitar solos with sudden shifts in tempo, style, dynamics and mood with highs and lows all mixed up accompanying Bo's supernatural lyrics. The tune last for the whole album side. 

This is when my neighbor walked over. By myself I guess I had been enjoying the volume of the music which had been easily heard at his house and the Beatles raised no eyebrows but the QSMS brought him out. To communicate we had to shout to be heard. 

"I've never heard anything like that, all those guitar slides and scrapes" he said.

I said, "Was I bothering you?" (no) 

He knows I'm a musician and I realized he thought it had been me playing.

He said, "That's different." 

I said, Quicksilver Messenger Service," and I could tell it didn't ring a bell.

Since normal conversation was out of the question he glanced around and spotted my Little Giant Extension ladder leaning under my RV stall. "I know the guy that invented those." he shouted.   

Ya, Beethoven.