Friday, March 18, 2005
We did what we had to do
I swear, every time I hear "What I Did For Love," even if it's silly and cheesy (like in Connie and Carla, which we just watched), I get a little teary. Don't know why. It's that very last we did what we haaaaad toooooo doooooooooooooo that breaks me up every time.
Sometimes I watch these things and wonder how I lost music and theater. If anyone had asked me 20 years ago if I would ever give up music, I would have thought they were insane. I don't even listen to much but classic rock anymore, but then every once in a while, like this morning, something like "Love Makes the World Go 'Round" will just float up to the surface and make its way out. Or, like at lunch today, I'll hear the last half-minute of something and think "Hey, that's Paul Desmond," and know I'm right.
I have no idea where these things come from. I didn't even know I knew all the words to "Love Makes the World Go 'Round"; I played bari sax in Carnival, and didn't think I was paying that much attention to what was going on up on the stage. But somewhere deep in my brain, along with things like my 6th-grade best friend's phone number, RLIN search commands, my college roommates' birthdays, and how to use a scale ruler are lyrics to a hundred show tunes.
Sometimes I watch these things and wonder how I lost music and theater. If anyone had asked me 20 years ago if I would ever give up music, I would have thought they were insane. I don't even listen to much but classic rock anymore, but then every once in a while, like this morning, something like "Love Makes the World Go 'Round" will just float up to the surface and make its way out. Or, like at lunch today, I'll hear the last half-minute of something and think "Hey, that's Paul Desmond," and know I'm right.
I have no idea where these things come from. I didn't even know I knew all the words to "Love Makes the World Go 'Round"; I played bari sax in Carnival, and didn't think I was paying that much attention to what was going on up on the stage. But somewhere deep in my brain, along with things like my 6th-grade best friend's phone number, RLIN search commands, my college roommates' birthdays, and how to use a scale ruler are lyrics to a hundred show tunes.
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