When I said earlier that I would be posting something new soon, this was not what I had in mind. However, after many, many conversations today about the imminent Nor’easter, I had snow on the brain.
A little tiddly-bit of info about me is that I play the guitar. I don’t play well, and chances are I will never play in front of you. I have this weird thing about playing- and even moreso, singing- in front of anyone. One living being that I will play for is my cat. He’s nonjudgemental and I don’t think he’s even really listening half the time.
There must be something about writing songs about snow that’s in my genes. In ’93 we experienced a full on blizzard, and while stranded in the house my mom and I wrote a song about it. If memory serves me correct (and I believe that it does) the hook went a little something like this: “The blizzard of ’93/ it was the storm of the century/ Hundreds of people died/ shoveling snow outside/ Luckily none of them was me“.
Today I was sitting around, strumming away, and out popped this little ditty. I scribbled down some lines, and in the end thought it was quite catchy. Then suddenly, I felt compelled to… record myself. And now, for reasons that are beyond me, I am sharing this with the world.
It’s a simple song, played in the most undemanding of blues progressions in E. So, here we go… my premier (and most likely last) performance:
P.S. In case you are wondering; yes, the hair the constantly falls in my face is annoying. I’m just used to it at this point.