100 Days Project

Ben: 100 Writings / 100 Opening Guitar Hooks

various, random creative expressions / writings, inspired partially by 100 popular songs (songs that somewhat begin with a leading hook of a guitar.)

Day 51:

“And Your Bird Can Sing” (1966) by the Beatles

“And Your Bird Can Sing” (1966) by the Beatles


I was 7 years old when this band made a fundamental impression on me.
I was in Standard One (Year Three) when we had a spelling test in class. Everyone, sitting at their desk, was handed a piece of paper by Miss … Forget her name. On the paper was a list of empty lines. She instructed that she would name a creature orally, and that we would have to write the name of that creature, attempting our best spelling.
A few eager geeks stretched their palms before reaching for their pencil, smirking to their fellow classmates. They were given a heads up because this was last night’s homework. Homework I totally forgot about, nor cared for.
“Before we start, write your name at the top of the paper.” She stood behind me (recalling back now, she was a very big, tall woman – but that’s only because I was a very small boy.) “Okay, here we go, first one.” She pronounced slowly, “R – A – B – B – I – T”. She pronounced it, slowly again, “R – A – B – Sione, stop looking at Michelle’s paper! – B – I – T.” I can’t remember what I spelt. In fact, I obviously got it right due to the main event of this story I’m telling.
She walked over to the windows. “Okay, next one on the next line – “P – U – P – P – Y.” A few kids were still scratching their heads from trying write their god damn name. I must’ve got Puppy correct as well. She continued on with, um, Goat, I think and something else.
Then she said, “alright, now, spell B – E – E – T – L – E, that’s B – E – E – T – L – E.” I obviously didn’t get this one correct.
After we finished our test, the bell rang for … I don’t know, either lunch, morning tea or that five minute rest we used to get around 2pm. Remember that rest? We tried to fill in as much fun in those five minutes as humanly possible. The boys used to plan rugby matches whilst in class before that rest – who would play position, and where the game would be held. So that when the bell rang, we were all set within 10 seconds. Man, we were pretty bright! Those were good days!
Anyway, after return from that break, sitting at our desks again, she handed us each back our tests. A few hollered and moaned at their failures, none more so than me. I got 9 outta 10.
“Miss! Miss! Miss!” “What it is, Ben?” “I’m pretty sure I spelt beetle correct.” “No, Ben, it’s two e’s, no a.” “Ay?” She pointed to my mistake. Her finger was incredibly long, from the tip of her red fingernail all the way up to her knuckle. “There.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, Ben, I’m sure, you spelt that wrong. You spelt it like the music band. Not like the insect.” “um, okay.”
From that moment on, especially as I came so close to winning my entire test, I unconsciously knew not only how to spell the insect correctly, but inversely, how to spell the music band correctly. And with that hanging on anyone’s shoulder, I believe, this influenced me to acknowledge, investigate and then finally admire the band. A band I’ve loved for a very long time.