July 12, 2014
According to Chitter-if you need help figuring out a fiddle tune-just stick your head inside your fiddle case and it’ll come right to you.
I don’t really believe her do you?
Tipper
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I have been a bit behind on reading emails. So this will come to you late. Considering all the crazy things kids do these days, your girls are so well balanced. You are blessed. Hug em big and God bless you all.
Uhmmm, whatever works and helps one get through their day.
Dontcha think??? LOL
God bless.
RB
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Well Tipper, did you ever think that Chitter was trying to distract you when she put her head in the fiddle case? She just might be ‘playing’ a game with you.
Eva Nell
Tipper,
Whatever works for Chitter seems OK to
me, cause looks and sounds like she’s
doing fine. Chatter is pretty as a
peach too, and acts so natural when she’s playing the guitar. I love to hear them sing and play, and their harmony makes cold chills sometimes.
Don’t forget to look up tonight and see the Super Moon. And if you forget,
there’s another one in August and
September…Ken
I am a believer.
If she played the bass fiddle she could get in and close the door!
Well, it is a possibility that the brain needs private time with its fiddle to remember the tune. One needs to hear the tune in the brain before processing it to the fingers. I think I might agree with her! Aren’t kids solutions fun!
there are stranger things……
I tried playing the fiddle once but never got past the sound of two tom cats fighting. Maybe I should have stuck my head in the fiddle case!
Hey diddle, diddle!
Sweet Chitter and the fiddle.
The notes jumped over the moon;
The little gal laughed to see such sport
And found the tune by noon!
No doubt in my mind that she works out the melody, maybe even better than before!
Thanks Tipper,
PS..
Picked our first Sow True Seed Winter Squash Thelma Sanders Sweet Potato squash. Just as it says about 6″ inches long and pale cream when ripe an heirloom small acorn shaped fruit with deep ribbing…
Also have on the vine the Cushaw Green Striped which said tolerates humid conditions..good thing!
So far, few Pink Jumbo Banana Squash that has sent vines over the garden, up to the top of the ridge and into the next county.
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I like Miss Cindy’s explanation!!
. . . wonder if Chitter can play standing on her head ~?
I wish that worked for me. I rely on finding several recordings often on YouTube., slowing them down and trying to learn the tune note by note. Often I get close but come up with a final version that suits my style .
I must agree with Ethelene Dyer Jones. There is a gift of some sort in all of us. It is as if something deep inside pushes us in the direction of our gifts. One reason your girls are so gifted is the family guided them into pursuing that inner calling.
I don’t know about Chipper and her “head in the fiddle,” to hear a tune! Maybe so! Sometimes I only have to bend my head a little, grab pen and paper, or the computer keyboard and a word-processing program to “hear” and “record” the words pounding in my mind–whether a poem, a quotation (maybe of note), an essay, a column, or whatever my writing urge propels me to “put down.” What is it that motivates us? Maybe this is an unusual quirk of artists of sorts–we hear a “different” voice. What do you think?
Why, of course I do! All the missing notes, slurs, double-stops and arpeggios sneak out of the fiddle when it’s put away but don’t leave the case because it’s closed. I had a fiddle once that lived in a wooden case; when I put my head in there I could hear the most beautiful music!
I have to note that some of the best bits of fiddle music disappear forever when they’re trapped in the hairs on a bow and the hair breaks. Never pull the broken hairs off your bow….
Actually, yes I do believe her. If you stick your head in the fiddle box then your heart is higher than your head. This position gives you two things. It places your heart, intuition, higher than your head, intellectual center and it increases blood flow to the brain. Both of these would help a girl figure out a fiddle tune.
Way to go, Chitter!
Wow,, maybe that’s my problem,, I’ll try most anything once.. I knew an old Gentleman who played fiddle and worked on them, he told me years ago Son you gotta get up here (pointing to his head) before you can put it down here raising his instrument and bow hand… My problem is hearing it in my head don’t always filter down to my fingers, I think there’s a clog some where between… she’s doing great stay with it…