August 18, 2007

• So - It's still a good plan - -

  Awhile back I made a plan and I even wrote about it, elsewhere. Since I'm still working on implementing it, I'll share it with you. It begins with my decision to start singing out loud, again. There is absafricken no one to offend, and I can hit or miss as many bad notes as I want. The thing is/was, I always loved to sing, but this breathing prob that I have, made it difficult. I've gotten much stronger and singing actually helps. And, then, there are those songs that are constantly playing in my head. I don't know where they all come from.

  Some of the obvious ones are where I'll just hear a snippet, and won't be able to shake it loose, like the Oscar Mayer wiener song or "It's a jungle out there...", or "Woke up this mornin', got myself a gun...". You get the gist. Then there are the slap you upside the head ones. Like, I'll hear a word or a phrase, and, off I go. Baby - "Baby face, you've got..." - or - Rain - "Rain drops keep fallin' on my..." - or - All I want - "All I wanna do is have some fun...". That's actually fallen into the next category, which is, the songs that are just there, no prompting. The most inexplicable, is George Harrison's "I've got my mind set on you..". I'm not a huge GH fan, and I only know the one phrase...over, and over. (family need not send rest of lyrics just cuz you can) One of the songs that is in my head quite often, and really cracks me up when I realize that I'm humming it, is Rod Stewart's "If you want my body, and you think..." What a giggle !!!

  I can remember my Dad sidling over to me, to hear if he could figure out what it was that I was humming. Very cute ! Boy, did he ever love to sing, and what a terrific voice. When he passed away, many people were surprised that he requested there be no church involvement. They all remembered that, for years, he had doggedly attended church. What they didn't know, was that he only went to sing in the choir. Funny old singer ! I was also fortunate to have another dad in my life (not always so funny) - - my father-in-law. He was a hummer too, and a big music lover, in general. I think one of the main reasons that he liked me so much was because I knew as many old songs as he did. Every time I hear Frank, or Bing, or Rosemary, or the Andrews Sisters, I think of dad.

  So, that's the ongoing plan. Sing out loud. Now, see - that song is stuck in my head, " Sing, sing a song, make it simple to last your whole life long. Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear, just sing - sing a song."

  P.S. One more thing about music. My Dahlin' loved it, but he couldn't sing (couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't). The exceptions were the "rhum-rhum-rhums" in The Little Drummer Boy, and the "wim-a-ways" in The Lion Sleeps Tonight - - - sing a song my friend.

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