When I picked up Amanda Soule’s The Creative Family, I remember falling in love when I read about her children’s banging wall. I told my husband, “We should do this!” He smiled, said he thought it’d be fun, but then told me that our neighbors might not think our banging wall was such a thrill. A few weeks later though, when the “banging wall” card was pulled, it was time for Annabelle and me to head out to the thrift shop to buy old pots and pans. Again, I told him what we planned to do, and this time he didn’t argue and even seemed a bit excited about it. Annabelle and I spent close to 2 hours at the thrift shop selecting our music makers; mostly I let Annabelle use a metal beater to try out the sounds of things while I chit chatted with other thrifters. What a great outing.
Once home, Annabelle and I started jammin’ in the back yard, setting up our wall’s layout, and then waited for my husband to return home from a long bike ride. Together we hung up our pots and pans and gave our banging wall its premier show . . . and so far, none of the neighbors have complained . . .
Our banging wall series is (appropriately) narrated with the lyrics from Bob Marley’s “Jammin’”
Ooh, yeah! All right!
And I hope you like jammin’, too
Ain’t no rules, ain’t no vow, we can do it anyhow:
I’n'I will see you through
Jammin’ till the jam is through
We’re jammin’ -
To think that jammin’ was a thing of the past
And I hope this jam is gonna last.
We’re jammin’ (jammin’, jammin’, jammin’)
And we’re jammin’ in the name of the Lord;
We’re jammin’ (jammin’, jammin’, jammin’),
We’re jammin’ right straight from Yah.
Yeah, we’re – we’re jammin’ (wotcha-wa),
Wotcha-wa-wa-wa, we’re jammin’ (wotcha-wa),
Jam’s about my pride and truth I cannot hide
To keep you satisfied.
True love that now exist is the love I can’t resist,
So jam by my side.
We’re Jammin’ (jammin’, jammin’, jammin’), yeah-eah-eah!
We’re jammin’, we’re jammin’, we’re jammin’, we’re jammin’;
Hope you like jammin’, too.