I may have already told you this, but my Mom told me a story about some African tribe (
which makes me a little suspicious -- why is it always an "African tribe" that does these things) that always sings a song to a newborn baby. Or writes a song, I guess, because that song will then follow the baby all through his/her life. Even when he's not a baby anymore.
They will sing that same song at every birthday party, and when the person becomes an adult ("
In some African tribes, boys become men at the age of 11") but even when this person does something stupid or illegal. The people gather around the person and sing his song to remind him where he's coming from.
I kinda like the idea.
Right now it looks as if Hilda's song's gonna be my version of
Proud Mary, played by me, using my own chords. Unless I can learn a fourth one in a month or so.
Big wheel-a-keep on turning, baby.
