Rick was here in the mountains with us this weekend, and I talked him and Nick into a quick Fathers Day recording of “What Hurts the Most” on our side porch.
Instead of using our old tape video camera, I took this with my Canon T2i, which I use for photographs. The T2i doesn’t work well for soccer video because it won’t auto-focus in the way I, as a novice, need it to, and soccer play moves in and out of the plane of focus so quickly as distances between action and camera change.
But for this video I set the T2i on a tripod on the side porch, and we did exactly one take, with my reading the instruction manual to figure out how to actually record video. The next challenge was figuring out how to use Windows Live Movie Maker to reduce the file size enough to upload over DSL to Facebook.
The mountains are beautiful, but we’re not exactly in a super high speed internet zone.
Anyway, you can see the result of a little father-son musical collaboration here — just moments before we dashed off to see The Avengers in Charlottesville.
Nice of Rick to have passed along his musical ability to all our boys. More importantly, he has always taken the time to play with them, listen to them, and call their attention to diverse genres and artists. I never know whether the house will be full of Pink Floyd, Ralph Stanley, Muddy Waters, Santana, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Steely Dan, Train, or something else entirely.
Happy Fathers Day to my husband – and also to his dad, who with Rick’s mom, also raised three musical sons, providing encouragement, instruments, lessons, and always, a listening ear. Believe me when I tell you that gatherings of the Faulconer clan are musical events, with brothers, uncles, aunts, and cousins crossing genres to find harmony.
Now you know why I call this place “Fiddlers Hill.”