Hey, everyone, out there in etherland. I've been playing some new songs this morning on my keyboard. You may remember a Buddy Holly tune called It's So Easy. I hadn't matched the title to the song before today so I was delighted when I saw that it was the one that goes like this: "It's so easy to fall in love, it's so easy to fall in love." It rocks pretty good. A later version of it, after amps and guitars had improved, really rocked. It seems like Joan Jett may have done a version. Anyway, I was playing this song and I thought about a fun thing I like to do. Sometimes I'll start to play a song and tell Carley, or the grandkids, whoever may be there, a silly story about it.
For instance, I would say that once upon a time Buddy Holly came to me and said, "CE, I need a hit, my man. The kids need shoes. I want to go on American bandstand, you know what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, Buddy, I hear you. But the thing is, I think you should stand on your own two feet as a songwriter. I mean, it would be so easy for me to write you a hit. Nothing could be easier. It would be as easy as falling in love. For effect, I'd pound a few chords as I said. "It's so easy." Anyway, the next thing I knew I'm driving down the road and I hear this song on the radio. "It's so easy to fall in love, it's so easy to fall in love."
In these situations Carley laughs and the kids look at me doubtfully. Then I do the next song, along with another piece of creative historical data. Hey, I'm a fiction writer. What can I say?
Earlier in the morning I was moody and playing slow stuff. I played John Lennon's Grow Old Along With Me and thought of Yoko, sitting in their New York apartment, all alone, thinking about John. Then I played a love song called My Cup Runneth Over by Ed Ames. He's the guy that played Mingo on The Daniel Boone TV show, back in the day. He had this wonderful singing voice and I sing this song for my wife. Every woman needs to have someone sing her a song, at least once. With a voice like mine, once might be enough. Ha, ha.
Well, duty calls. I'd like to bid you a good day. And I'd like to say to John and Buddy, rest in piece.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
For instance, I would say that once upon a time Buddy Holly came to me and said, "CE, I need a hit, my man. The kids need shoes. I want to go on American bandstand, you know what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, Buddy, I hear you. But the thing is, I think you should stand on your own two feet as a songwriter. I mean, it would be so easy for me to write you a hit. Nothing could be easier. It would be as easy as falling in love. For effect, I'd pound a few chords as I said. "It's so easy." Anyway, the next thing I knew I'm driving down the road and I hear this song on the radio. "It's so easy to fall in love, it's so easy to fall in love."
In these situations Carley laughs and the kids look at me doubtfully. Then I do the next song, along with another piece of creative historical data. Hey, I'm a fiction writer. What can I say?
Earlier in the morning I was moody and playing slow stuff. I played John Lennon's Grow Old Along With Me and thought of Yoko, sitting in their New York apartment, all alone, thinking about John. Then I played a love song called My Cup Runneth Over by Ed Ames. He's the guy that played Mingo on The Daniel Boone TV show, back in the day. He had this wonderful singing voice and I sing this song for my wife. Every woman needs to have someone sing her a song, at least once. With a voice like mine, once might be enough. Ha, ha.
Well, duty calls. I'd like to bid you a good day. And I'd like to say to John and Buddy, rest in piece.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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