Daddy & Garmon
Garmon
Hey Daddy, ever notice how a tune can feel like a lullaby you used to hear when you were a kid?
Daddy
Yeah, I notice that too. Those melodies just pull me back to my own childhood, like a warm blanket. It’s nice how music can be a bridge between what we were and what we’re doing now.
Garmon
Oh yeah, it’s like the old bluebell song my grandma hummed while she hammered the kitchen pots—makes you feel like you’re right there, back in the kitchen, just hearing the rhythm of a spoon in the pot. Music’s a little time machine, eh? And speaking of spoons, I once found a dented kettle on a trip to a mountain hamlet that sang back when you turned it over… you know how I collect odd trinkets, just for the stories they tell.
Daddy
Sounds like you’ve got a real knack for finding little pieces of history that still hum. It’s one of those quiet joys—just a dented kettle or a spoon that brings back a whole scene. I keep a few old kitchen tools in the back of the house too; they’re like a family library of smells and sounds. When you play one, it’s almost like you’re hearing the kitchen alive again. Keep collecting; those stories are worth a lifetime.
Garmon
Ah, a family library, how sweet! I’d bring that kettle of yours to a gig, set it to the rhythm of the crowd, and watch the whole square turn into a pot of stew and song. You never know which spoon will stir up a new tune, eh? Keep those treasures close, they’re the secret ingredients of every great set.