Day -211 – Life is a Highway

joy.quoteThere are some songs that just get stuck in your head, you hear a lyric spoken by someone and it turns in to a melody.  My youngest daughter and I can have whole conversations in song lyrics.  With her it is a bit different though, she’ll actually sing the next line of the song you spoke.

Certain words always conjure songs, if I hear “after midnight”, I automatically think “we’re gonna let it all hang out.”  Sometimes it is just the phrasing that makes the song jump.  Over the years, I have learned more Broadway songs than I ever thought possible, and since Broadway almost always tells a story, I automatically see the scene in front of me.  “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire” doesn’t bring me Jack Frost nipping at my nose, I think “No room at the Holiday Inn, oh, no……. and it’s beginning to snow.”  And that leads to all sorts of other lyrics, none of which seem related.

I know many parents are lamenting the movie Frozen for all the songs their children sing, I’ve yet to see it, but am looking forward to adding more songs to my repertoire.  Especially if they are the kind that make kids happy.  My kids always repeated their favorite songs, over and over and over again.  Personally I think it is a great memorization tool.

One of my favorite thought provoking songs, comes from Rent.  Do I remember the title?  Never! But the lyric is something I try to think about everyday.  When you are stressed, when you are depressed, remember there are 525,600 minutes in a year, how do you measure a year in your life?  In laughter, in sunsets, in cups of coffee?  In tears, in midnights, in miles?  In journeys to plan? Pick the best measure for you and reflect, I like to measure mine in laughter and love, find some joy today and make every one of those minutes count.

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Day -18 – Cleveland Rocks!

IMAG0431We totally had a conundrum today, we were cruising through Ohio on our way to Pennsylvania, and we had a choice to make:  Pro Football Hall of Fame or Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?  It was a tough choice, but today, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland won out.

We had been told that we only needed a couple of hours, that was far from the truth!  The Rock Hall is huge, there are six stories and so much to see and do.  Videos, music, mementos, instruments, great displays, it was sensory overload for me.

My music education is not quite as poor as my movie education, but it is still pretty limited.  For the first twenty years, I heard most everything except anything that would be considered “hard.”  My mom had her favorites:  Boots Randolph, The Kingston Trio; my sister was more in to Three Dog Night, The Moody Blues; I listened to oldies and watched American Bandstand.

I can still sing the words to every 50’s; 60’s 70’s pop song, and then I had kids and no longer controlled the media in my house.  For a few years (in my car) I listened to country, some more years with pop music, Journey and Foreigner are still my two favorite bands, although I can belt out some SuperTramp and Little River Band too.

The difference in music styles between my husband and I was never so evident as it was at the Rock Hall.  One of the coolest things they have is a video montage of all the people that have been inducted in to the Hall of Fame, by year.  As we sat through the video, I would sing along to all the songs I knew, if a song came on I didn’t know, invariably, Rich did know it and was singing along to it.  He keeps trying to introduce me to the magic that is a Jimi Hendrix guitar riff, I just don’t get it.

We didn’t manage to see all of the Hall before we had to hit the road again, so next time, we are staying longer and incorporating the Pro Football Hall of Fame in to the mix.  I suppose I can spend a week in Ohio?!?