Hello Fellow Travelers!
One of the "arts" that the PS and I share is an endless appreciation for music. The PS plays the guitar and I'm appreciative. Last weekend we went to my in-laws in Chico and after an amazing dinner, the family gathered around a firepit, "Game of Thrones" style, but much fancier.
Around an O'Reilly firepit there is no mud or swords. There was a river and a bat and there were S'Mores, Which always works for me! Anyway, my in-laws built a fragrant fire (I think I detected French oak) and the PS and our son played a set.
A few days ago the PS asked me to "sniff his hole". He seriously said this! To ME!
Many hours later, when I stopped laughing (and let's face it, I've never entirely stopped. Just thinking about anyone seriously asking that question puts me in hysterics!
I am a woman who respects words. Most percussion instruments have a "hole" so I did some research into the parts of orchestral instruments and their names. Turns out every violin, cello and pretty much any stringed instrument has a hollow body and at least one orifice. Guess what the musically elegant, visually lovely part is called! Give up? The round hole is called a "sound hole" ! The carved, beautiful, F-shape is called "the F-hole"! I kid you not.
I found it oddly disconcerting that the mechanism for distributing and sharing the magic of Beethoven and The Beatles possessed such inelegant nomenclature!
An "F-hole"? Oh Lordy! And he wants me to sniff it? (Peals of laughter! Sorry! Excuse me, I have to stop for a minute to giggle. OK, Better now.) The word "hole" shouldn't be attached to any artistic endeavor!
I know what a fash-hole, a show-hole and a black hole are. I even remember where "Derek Jeter's Taco Hole" is (outside Sedona, AZ). Instruments with a hole? Didn't know about, blissfully unaware, you might say.
When I realized this "hole" thing probably wasn't some flatulence joke gone horribly wrong (I don't think toilet humor is remotely funny!) I sniffed the guitars and I was instantly transported to a firepit in Chico! Or a French chateau! Maybe I was at a French firepit, it was beautiful! A bat did a fly-by!
The guitar bodies smelled like burned French Oak like they use in cabernet barrels in Sonoma! It was wonderful!
The smoky/oaky scent captured in those guitars was magical and unexpected!
Knowing my in-laws they were probably burning some specially cut oak roots from France because it was fragrant and vaguely reminiscent of Bordeaux but who cares? Thanks to the "soundholes" I was able, for a wonderful moment anyway, to revisit the fire.
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| My Son''s Guitar and the "Hole" - You Know, It's Where The Sound Comes Out! |
Around an O'Reilly firepit there is no mud or swords. There was a river and a bat and there were S'Mores, Which always works for me! Anyway, my in-laws built a fragrant fire (I think I detected French oak) and the PS and our son played a set.
A few days ago the PS asked me to "sniff his hole". He seriously said this! To ME!
Many hours later, when I stopped laughing (and let's face it, I've never entirely stopped. Just thinking about anyone seriously asking that question puts me in hysterics!
I am a woman who respects words. Most percussion instruments have a "hole" so I did some research into the parts of orchestral instruments and their names. Turns out every violin, cello and pretty much any stringed instrument has a hollow body and at least one orifice. Guess what the musically elegant, visually lovely part is called! Give up? The round hole is called a "sound hole" ! The carved, beautiful, F-shape is called "the F-hole"! I kid you not.
I found it oddly disconcerting that the mechanism for distributing and sharing the magic of Beethoven and The Beatles possessed such inelegant nomenclature!
An "F-hole"? Oh Lordy! And he wants me to sniff it? (Peals of laughter! Sorry! Excuse me, I have to stop for a minute to giggle. OK, Better now.) The word "hole" shouldn't be attached to any artistic endeavor!
I know what a fash-hole, a show-hole and a black hole are. I even remember where "Derek Jeter's Taco Hole" is (outside Sedona, AZ). Instruments with a hole? Didn't know about, blissfully unaware, you might say.
When I realized this "hole" thing probably wasn't some flatulence joke gone horribly wrong (I don't think toilet humor is remotely funny!) I sniffed the guitars and I was instantly transported to a firepit in Chico! Or a French chateau! Maybe I was at a French firepit, it was beautiful! A bat did a fly-by!
The guitar bodies smelled like burned French Oak like they use in cabernet barrels in Sonoma! It was wonderful!
The smoky/oaky scent captured in those guitars was magical and unexpected!
Knowing my in-laws they were probably burning some specially cut oak roots from France because it was fragrant and vaguely reminiscent of Bordeaux but who cares? Thanks to the "soundholes" I was able, for a wonderful moment anyway, to revisit the fire.
Thanks for sharing, I had no idea of the inner culture of stringed instruments,
ReplyDeleteand you capture nature in Chico so well, I want to live there too!