Through Chrissie's eyes

Songs with no chords

The next day, I found Brian concentrating, writing in his old notebook. certainly writing lyrics for a new song. I remembered immediately the night before, before I fell asleep, he had a new idea in his head.

"Oh, I didn't see you waking up," I said, sitting next to him. "Is Jimmy still asleep?"

"Yes, like an angel." Brian smiled. "And you?" Are you ok? Feeling more good? Or are you still tired? We know it may be because of the baby, but even so, we need to go to the doctor."

"We? Don't tell me you're sick too?" I joked with him, which shocked my husband.

"My Chrissie doesn't usually make this kind of jokes!" He folded his arms, slightly indignant.

"Sorry, just to relax you, you're too worried again" I said, "and I think it's wonderful that you want to go with me to the doctor."

"Oh, it's my job, my duty, my promise that I've taken care of you forever." He kissed my cheek, pulling me closer to him. "Of both of you".

And in that, Brian made a fondling of my belly.

"It's a little early to talk to the baby" I warned him, though his care made me very happy.

"Well, we didn't plan it exactly, but it's a welcome surprise, surely." Brian was in that state of emotion trying to find words. "I didn't say, but I'm very, very happy."

"I know, you don't even have to tell me, I just feel what you're feeling." I smiled back at him, it was in moments like this that I wondered if my life was real "so what are you working at? I know you're crazy to show me."

"Oh yes, you're right, my love," and suddenly he stood up, all excited and I got confused.

"What are you going to do?" I had to ask "or am I supposed to do something?"

"Actually, we both have to do it together." Brian still sounded puzzling, and couldn't stop smiling.

"Good God, Brian, why all this?" I said a little irritably, since I still hadn't understood anything.

"I got an idea for a new song" he began to explain.

"I saw that" I said.

"Okay, I just need to test if it's going to work without chords" Brian said.

"No chords? What do you mean, no chords? Just the rhythm?" I thought the idea a little absurd.

"I can add chords on the solo, but the whole song needs to work only with the rhythm, because I want the fans to do it" he continued. "Well, I know it sounds crazy, but in a small, tight environment, they could do it with us."

"They already do this by clapping their hands." I began to follow my husband's reasoning.

"Only there's something more low, in a low tune" he clarified.

"I understood the "low tune" " I made a thick voice to show that I understood the expression "just show me what I have to do."

"Oh, well, then, step one foot at a time, one after the other." Brian instructed me and then showed me.

I repeated his gesture, which caused the low sound "tum tum" against the floor.

"Like this?" I kept doing it.

"Right, now, clap once after you hit your feet," he said and did so, I did the same right after him.

"That's ... Wow, pretty smart" I praised, already predicting where Brian wanted to go.

"Okay, go on," he said and we continued, echoing "tum tum tum" around the room.

Without warning, Brian waited a while to get into the rhythm and began to sing. The lyrics was about someone speaking to a boy, that he should conquer the world.

Then came what I identified as the chorus. "We will, we will rock you ...". After learning, I accompanied him singing, Brian nodded approving of my company. The lyrics continued, and when he sang the chorus, I sang with him. Then he paused abruptly.

"What is it? Are you going to add anything else? For me, it's great" I said.

"Just a guitar solo to finish" he said, smiling proudly.

"You and your solos" I shook my head.

"Hey, I'm the guitarist, I have to come up with something to do, otherwise I won't have anything to do in the band," he shrugged.

"Look who's joking now," I had to point, which only made Brian giggle.

All that movement just made Jimmy wake up, which was good because we had our breakfast together as a family.

Brian decided to save this idea of "We will rock you" as he and the boys worked on the other songs for the new album. Brian's inspiration was varied, in the sense that he once again composed different songs for the same album.

"Save Me" and "Sail Away Sweet Sister" had a similar theme for me, about losing someone you loved, and the different reactions to it. The first was someone desperate for help, as if only the loved one could save him, while the second one sounded bitter, as if someone who lost the loved one wasn't caring what would happen to the person from now on. Unintentionally, it reminded me of Freddie, and the conflict I had with him. We knew inside he was asking for help, but on the outside, he didn't want to accept it. And we were getting tired of offering help. It was sad, but it was real. And I could tell there was some of that in Brian's songs.

Watching him teach these two songs to the boys made me think about it all, and of course the tears betrayed me. Ironically, Freddie himself was the first to notice my condition.

"Come on, Brian, you're doing something to your wife, because she's crying again" the singer said in a joking tone.

"You have to stop writing sad songs, Bri" John advised.

"Oh, it's nothing like that," I stood up for my defense. "Maybe a little, Bri's songs tend to be sad."

"Hey!" my husband complained indignantly.

"Not all of them, Bri, it doesn't matter, I end up liking them all" I grinned. "My crying has to do with something else, too."

"Are you going to tell them now?" "Brian understood what I mean "will you leave the girls without knowing it again?"

"Well, the baby made me cry and I'll have to tell" I shrugged. "Well, guys, soon the May family will get another member."

And so, Roger and John came to hug us, and Freddie, at last, but later surrendered to the joy of the moment.