The Sound of My Life

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I have participated in YouTube Tuesday and if you have paid close attention than you may have noticed something… I love musicals,



“love, love, love, love, love, love, love, all you need is love, love is all you need.”

Did I tell you that I love musicals? Yes, I love them, ever since I was a little girl and saw my first musical. I don’t even remember what it was; wait… do Elvis movies count as musicals? By George, I think they do. Well there you have it… Yes indeed, Elvis movies were my first musicals.

As I grew older I watched more musicals;

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Oklahoma, The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, Fiddler on the Roof, Les Miserables, and WestSide Story, etc… WestSide Story just happened to be on at 5 a.m. a couple of weeks ago and it wouldn’t let me sleep. Obviously, at anytime I had the choice to shut it off and go to sleep like a normal person but, as you all very well know by now; I am NOT a normal person.

I think everyone’s life should be lived as a musical, people walking through the streets and all of a sudden they break out in song and dance. The world would be a much happier place if we did. I know I am happy and laughing all the time and I break out in song at the drop of a hat.

A conversation cannot be held in my home without me singing; ask my daughter she will tell you. My kids have learnt the lyrics to many songs because of my out-of-the-box thinking. They also hate many a song because it gets stuck in their heads, like…

“They´re coming to take me away, haha, they´re coming to take me away, ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time and I´ll be happy to see those nice young men In their clean white coats and they´re coming to take me AWAY,HA HAAAA” Go ahead see if you can get that out of your head and you will see why she hates when I sing that song in particular. *Evil Laugh* 

Every time the word “memories” is spoken in my house I break out in song.

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“Memories, light the corners of my mind, misty water-color memories of the way we were. Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind smiles we gave to one another for the way we were.”

I absolutely adore Barbara Streisand, probably because my mother has played her music most of my life. In fact, I remember a place she lived in Flint; when you would walk in the door on the right side of the living room, was her record player and her albums. The first album in the box was always Barbara Streisand. Aww, the memories…and off I go singing again.

Music has always been my outlet, my safe place, my sanity; those of you who are survivors understand what I am saying. We needed a safe place and it was usually deep inside our heads. My head was a library of music, as far back as I can remember; guess that made me a musical prodigy.

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By the time I was 4 years old I could sing word for word any of Elvis Presley’s songs because my father was a Stan. I say Stan because it’s great to idolize someone, buy their music and stuff but, when you start becoming them or think you are them and you compare every aspect of your life with them, than that makes for a Stan.

For those of you who don’t know what a Stan is, it’s a male version of a groupie only in my opinion it’s worse. A groupie usually stalks a celebrity because they want them for themselves. A Stan imitates them in their entirety until they honestly believe they are alike in every aspect. Eminem made a song about them; named… ‘Stan’ ft. Dido, of course.

The older I became the more the musical library grew in my head, Rock, Country, Rap, Pop, Opera, Adult Contemporary, Gospel, and Folk… you can thank my music teacher for the folk music and for the 4 years of guitar lessons that I took from age 9-12. It’s gotten to the point now that it would take me two lifetimes to name all the songs I know the words to. So, if you play me a song and I say I don’t know it consider yourself very lucky.

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Music is a cure-all; there is nothing that ails you that music cannot fix. Ok maybe I am exaggerating a bit but, music can lift your mood and it can cleanse your soul.

Therefore, I fully believe if we are to have a peaceful world it should be done by living our lives like they do in musicals.

I can see it now… Standing in line at the grocery store and realizing you don’t have enough money to pay for all that you have put in your cart. “If I were a rich man, Daidle deedle daidle Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum. All day long I’d biddy-biddy-bum if I were a wealthy man.” Tell me that wouldn’t be entertaining.

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I remember when we came back to St. Louis from Las Vegas and we were driving through Oklahoma. I couldn’t stop singing… “Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain and the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet when the wind comes right behind the rain.”

Maybe it’s my sense of humor that comes in to play here or it could be that I do this all the time. All I know is; you can never feel bad when you are singing all the time, so won’t you join me in a song or three? Do you break out in song out of nowhere in public? What’s your favorite thing er… musical?

“When the dog bites when the bee stings when I’m feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things and then I don’t feeeel soooo badddd…”

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