"The Letter" by The Box Tops. The first song I knew every word to and would sing at the drop of a hat. Vivid memories of Holly Funderburks' dad playing this song as we rode very dangerously sitting on the rag top of the old MG. Starcrunch in hand. I think I must have been about 5. Drives by the lake on Valley Mills with the water shimmering and the wind in our hair. I still know every word. I think it is the only song (with the exception of the Gilligan's Island theme song set to the tune of Amazing Grace) that I will sing out loud.
Then comes the geeky songs that I knew as a child. Of course, there was Prince. "When the Doves Cry." I think I liked this song because it talked about Mothers and Fathers and when I was six those were the people that I hung with all the time. My best friends that whole year.
Then I was in a church program where we sang "We are the World." Another music memory with Holly.(many to come) We were in a group of girls that sang Cyndi Lauper's part. Oh that must have been a trip for the church congregation. Somehow we got it in our heads that if we sang Cyndi's part we needed to act like she did. So I sang it with that special flair that only Cyndi would have given off. I think everyone was laughing. That was the end of my rockstar dreams. Damn it.
Of course, as I grew I listened to so much music over the years that I wouldn't be able to hit on every song like I did at first. I can talk about the oldies. Everytime we were in the car we were tuned into 98.7 (the Dallas oldies station). A tear comes to my eye as I remember listening and singing songs with Dad on the way to the office supply store. A weekly adventure. It didn't matter what song was on, it was good. It got to the point that I knew what song it was with the first few notes. A talent that comes out to this day. And country. Not the new stuff. But old country like Mac Davis and Hank. Everytime I hear a Wilie (Nelson that is) song I think of my Grandmother's white Oldsmobile 2 door. The doors weighed about a hundred pounds. I had to run to get it to latch and it would still be cracked a little. But there was always Willie in that car. When I asked my grandmother about it a couple of years ago, she denyed it and said that she only listened to Willie in her single days. I guess we have that in common but I hope to listen to Willie in my not so single days soon. Someday I will look into someone's eyes and hear the words to "I'd have to be Crazy." Great song.
You know I(and I don't intend to)
But should there come a day,
when I say that I don't love you
They'll lock me away ay ay.
It sure would be weird
to live in an envelope
waiting along for a stamp
You'd swear I was loco
to rub for a genie
while burning my hand on the lamp
And I may not be normal
but nobody is
so I'd like to say 'fore I'm through
I'd have to be crazy
plum out of my mind
to fall out of love with you
Favortie part is when he talks about "I may not be normal but nobody is." Singing the truth. That is enough for now stay tuned and let me know what you think so far.
4 comments:
Grandma's car doors did weigh about 100 pounds!
Music was a good choice of topic. I've been thinking a lot about it lately. It was one thing that relaxed me after Dad's death. In fact, I am soon going to a music school to inquire about lessons, perhaps for the cello. I'll let you know how it goes.
Keep writing and keep listening to music!
-Ross
Good topic Cary! Music is great....I always think about jammin' to "Jesse's Girl" with you!!! Anyway, miss ya!
"Ghost of a moon in the afternoon,
Bullet holes in the mailbox." From a song by Jame McMurty, every time I see bullet holes in a signs or a mailbox, I can't help but sing this song. None of us are normal, and that's the good part. Only the crazies are normal, that's the scary part. "We just dreamed ourselves up another kitchen, and sang a round of that old song....."
Uncle Pitchertaker
Cary...blogg! I miss yoiu! How are you?
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