Sing......sing a song....................

I woke up from another one of those early morning dreams.


Wheelie apparently decided to get a job, and in this dream he was a music teacher at a school for small children. He was conducting this choir of about 100 tots, who were sitting in square grids. They were singing a song, knew all the words, were extremely enthosiastic and the harmonies were amazing. I did not recognize the song, but it had long verses. It was something like a cross between Carmina Burana and a Negro Spiritual. Wheelie was jumping around the stage flapping his hands around, and the kids soared. I had to leave, with regrets in my heart, but I had to go and take care of Boo-boo, who was taking her nap....


Whew!
Naturally it woke me up smiling, and I tried to linger a little while, just trying to pin down the details of the dream.

Music has always played a very important part in my life. As you know, my dad was pretty musical. He taught me how to play the guitar. My first instrument was a plastic ukulele, and on my tenth birthday I got a REAL guitar (picture)
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We were always either listening to music, or playing it. My older brother played, my younger brother tried *S*, (he tried anything at least once) and my sister did as well.
Mom didn't play anything but I believe she played the piano as a young girl.

When I was a teenager I 'started' a little folk group. Just placed an ad in the paper. There were a dozen or so reactions to my ad, and I held auditions, ended up with 5 people. A few guitars, a few banjos, we didn't really amount to anything, but we did enter one talent show at a place called "The Marathon"
We played two songs, (Michael Row the Boat Ashore,) and I sang a few as well (Where Have All The Flowers Gone). Of course I forgot the words to both songs (AFGANG!!!!HAHA)and that was that for my short carrier. Short not really being a good description, more like a flash in the pan! A very SHORT flash! It did net me a boyfriend though, although he turned out to be a bit of a weirdo.

I vaguely remember my dad taking me to another talent show once. I remember wearing a green dress my mom made, we took the motor bike, guitar and all.
I sang "Brandend Zand" by Anneke Gronloh. (remember her, cousins???)

Music can heal anything that ails you. I am convinced of it. Any type of music.

I used to get goosebumps in church, when the "whole" choir was singing, the young people and the old ones.
It would thrill me to be in music class, with my music teacher (an opera singer) teaching us stuff like "Land of Hope and Glory"


Concerts were always amazing to me, as were the teen dance evenings at the church on Saturday evenings. Especially when there was a 'live' band playing.

Once in the USA I hooked up with Puri and with him the record business. Lucky me! I met many famous artists, had dinner with Aretha Franklin and Ray Charles (soul food, of course), chatted with Golden Earring, sat and listened on a couch at the Fillmore with B.B. King. Had dinner with Melanie (I've Got a Brand New Pair of Rollerskates) who told me she toured in Holland and brought home a bag of soil from there.
We had dinner at another 'record business couple''s house in San Francisco with someone named Julian, only to find out later that it was none other than Cannonball Adderly!!
God, I was so green!!!!

There was a time I lived in an Ashram, and the chanting would just transform me.

Much, much later I got the thrill of a lifetime experiencing punk rock on stage with my son.
Many, many rock concerts with Bugs and friends....

And in Holland, participating and just been blown out of the water by a song festival made up of 200 choirs. My sister sang with a local choir for years, and once a year they all came together from all over Holland and have this amazing day of singing.

My cousin mentioned in an email that she didn't know I played the guitar. Well, I really don't anymore, haven't touched one in years. And I never played very well, just well enough to make it interesting. :>)

Music is just a huge part of our lives. Wheelie is a genius when it comes to knowledge about any type of music, mostly classical. He knew Luciano Pavarotti personally, and while managing a classical record store in San Francisco, he organized many "in-house' appearances of famous classical artists.

Needless to say we try and expose Boo-Boo to as much music as she can stomach. She loves it, she bounces and sways, and 'sings' along. I can't wait to buy her a little (REAL) guitar, or a small drum set (hehe) Who knows....time will tell...

And here it is...Friday again...my how time flies...

I am still trying to get my thoughts wrapped around the cousins popping up. And I promise, I'll get around to telling about them too!!!

Have a great weekend y'all!
We're watching the weather...again...could get nasty...again....

SGMKJ!