Chloe was resting in the sun, beside my chair, when I played this music. She perked up and listened. As the piece progressed, she stood up, came to the upholstered arm of my chair and nested her snout there, staring at the screen of my laptop. I think the story this music tells must be universal.
Neither of my boys paid it the slightest attention………. until the statelier, slower bit in the middle when teddy might perhaps be a bit tattered and worn – then Orlando [who is showing signs of wear and tear himself] came and sat beside the computer and had a wash of his nether regions……… We obviously don’t have the musical appreciation of a Chloe!
Oh. Now the second half. Egads. I think someone cut off my tail and there’s a funeral. Oh horrible weeping. I feel like Eeyore. Get me a thumbtack for my tail! Oh bother.
I like the rain on a tin roof. Janet Frame – a New Zealand novelist – used to have a sheet of roofing iron between two drums sitting outside her bedroom window so she could hear the rain!
The life of a teddy bear isn’t as easy as we thought, huh. That slower segment – did he realise that nobody saw him like his Grizzly brothers, and had his owners finally thrown him into the bin?
Just when I thought this blog couldn’t get any better, I found your music pieces. What an amazing day.
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Chloe was resting in the sun, beside my chair, when I played this music. She perked up and listened. As the piece progressed, she stood up, came to the upholstered arm of my chair and nested her snout there, staring at the screen of my laptop. I think the story this music tells must be universal.
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What a delightful comment! She may have been requesting you to turn it off!
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Nah…she wouldn’t have stayed to listen.
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Neither of my boys paid it the slightest attention………. until the statelier, slower bit in the middle when teddy might perhaps be a bit tattered and worn – then Orlando [who is showing signs of wear and tear himself] came and sat beside the computer and had a wash of his nether regions……… We obviously don’t have the musical appreciation of a Chloe!
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Orlando was just trying to dolly himself up for the occasion.
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I have a sudden and irrepressible urge to chase my tail.
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That explains why every ones cat and dog are getting excited.
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Oh. Now the second half. Egads. I think someone cut off my tail and there’s a funeral. Oh horrible weeping. I feel like Eeyore. Get me a thumbtack for my tail! Oh bother.
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Oh that’s so sad, Susanne… 😦
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Yes, I can hear his story, like the busy tapping of rain on a tin top, then the tiptoeing mistral.
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I like the rain on a tin roof. Janet Frame – a New Zealand novelist – used to have a sheet of roofing iron between two drums sitting outside her bedroom window so she could hear the rain!
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Oh this bear has a complex and varied life…
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Exactly what I thought!
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What a story, ups and downs… 🙂
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The life of a teddy bear isn’t as easy as we thought, huh. That slower segment – did he realise that nobody saw him like his Grizzly brothers, and had his owners finally thrown him into the bin?
Just when I thought this blog couldn’t get any better, I found your music pieces. What an amazing day.
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You continue to say the kindest things! Thank you again!
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