life of uncertainty

Ok. So this was going to be a post about music inspired by the events of the last few weeks and a blog entry from the fabulous J. I suppose it will continue to be but I am now highly frustrated because I deleted the wonderful J's comment because I'm a goober who checked the boxes inversely from what I wanted to do. Lame.

J, if you read again and remember even vaguely what you had to say about your family history I'd love to hear it.

Ok, so music.

I love music, adore it! I can take you into my fold if you have an awesome riff, your voice strikes a chord with me, a lyric is poetic, or I can move my fuddy duddy body to your rhythm. And you don't have to do all, even just one pathetic low note and I'm your best friend. As a youth I LOVED, LOVED if your jacket included the lyrics. I would make it my mission to memorize all the words so I could sing along. I love to sing along! I don't care how I sound I just like the connection, the emotional release that comes with for me.

Now don't get me wrong, I can't sing in the shower or the car, or just to amuse myself because my seemingly unlimited gift for memorizing lyrics has a hole, a gaping one. I can only sing along if the music is on. Which I do wholeheartedly. Twice in my relationship history I've been with people that don't like the singing along. That can never, ever happen again! I can barely sing nursey songs to my children. I make up the words. I make the ABC song a heartmelting aria. Recently, experiencing my youngest sister singing to my daughter I realize I should just stop. Even if I truly had a voice back in jr high I can't say as much today. Of course I won't, stop that is. I love music too much. I often dream of picking up an instrument again.

Somehow despite my passion, adulation, obsession with music I have not managed to pass that love along to my son. I'll keep my daughter out of it for now because I hope we are about to start a new path.

My son has become an American.Idol fan. I think he's expressed some interest in the past but this year the game is on. He is very particular, he's probably a pretty easy judge. He's a David.Cook fan. Not that I'm saying those are related. E got a postcard from his aunt, it was a Beatles postcard. This sparked some conversation about them, my love for said quartet, and a lot of discussion about those Beatles who have left us too early. He asked his dad how he felt about them and of course said Mr. doesn't like them. Side note: this should be a huge sign, along with the one mentioned above.

Anyway, it is with great delight? that the AI contestants have song 2 weeks worth of the "Lennon/McCartney song book". E asks me after every performance how I liked it and why, is it one of my favorite songs, etc.

Last night he asked to lie in bed and listen to music with me at bedtime. No decent parent could or should be able to say no. He wanted to listen to the Beatles. We chose disc 2 from 62-66. It had several of the songs that have been covered these last 2 weeks and my alltime favorite, Norweigan Wood. Let me just tell you that moment was about as perfect as it could be. Both of us chiming in to sing to Yellow Submarine, the boy asking me about each song as they played, needing reminders of what contestant sang which song, and in the end me commenting to him on a song only to find he had drifted off to sleep.

One couldn't/shouldn't ask for a more perfect ending to a day that started, with some severe questioning on my part, how this relationship of ours is working out :)