The Sound of Music

So I took the kids to see Alvin and the Chipmunks the other day (twilight show, cheapest rates). And...ok, so the Chipmunks are CGI characters, but their voices are EXACTLY how I remember them when I was a kid. Lots of songs (many recent, a couple of scary re-makes), lots of music.

Our protagonist is a songwriter. He hears a couple of notes and sets to work writing a song based on those notes. Movie goes through many images of him composing the music; testing it on the guitar, writing down the notes, etc. So I lean over towards Lauren and I say, "See there? He's writing down the notes to the song. He's writing down music."

"He is?"

"Yeah, he's composing music, he writes new songs...that's his job."

Lauren is enthralled. She's literally on the edge of her chair.

"Dat's how to write music songs?" she asks.

"It is. He gets a few notes in his head and tests them out, and writes them down, and plays around with the sounds until he's got a whole song worked out."

"Oh!" She sort of lights up and laughs; thinks the whole thing is just the greatest concept she's ever heard of. (She was really excited to go to church over the holiday. I asked her what the very best part of church was and she said, "The music!" Not surprising. She got a little keyboard for Xmas, too. Loves it, drives David out of his skull with the thing.) 

And, of course, since the movie is filled with various music videos, Lauren is sitting there in her seat, making the theater chair open and shut like a big clam in perfect time to the beat, complete with a giant, silly grin on her face.