Three Cords

I finished stacking the last of next winter's firewood into the woodshed this morning. There's something a bit Zen like in the act of stacking wood.

Maybe it's the monotony of the task or the constant repetition of movements, but whatever it is, after a few minutes doing something mindless like this, it's pretty easy for me to get lost in the action and go on auto-pilot.

For me, that being in the moment of doing without thinking usually leads to head music - the tunes, original or otherwise that naturally begin to fill the empty spaces between thoughts.

I'm told that some people don't experience head music, and most of the time I think they are the unfortunate ones. They are fortunate in those times when I get some horribly annoying song I really can't stand stuck between my ears - all the more reason I hate the pop music industry and its contrived, catchy hooks, but I digress.

So this morning while piling pieces of pulpwood into the shed out back, the words 'three cords' entered my mind, in reference to how much wood we have now and whether I could fit anymore into the shed. I'm a terrible speller, though I know the rules well, and so the word cord always comes to mind as chord - a musical term.

As I continued loading, pushing, stacking, etc. I found a rhythm and without thinking began composing music in my head, and what style was it in?

Three chord with a heavy beat, of course.