There's nothing like a song to conjure up a happy memory. Mothers dig out old songs to sing to babies, and lovers have "our song." And how about a school song to resurrect the past.
Unlike the eye, which is always looking for something new and exciting and different, the ear likes to hear the same thing over and over and over. It is always on the alert for a soothing oldie. Song is comfort food for the spirit.
As a mom, one of my favorite memories of raising kids is Sunday-night singing. We used to have singing friends and every Sunday night we would get together at someone's house to sing. We sang old songs and we learned new songs, which are now some of the old favorites we love. I miss Sunday night singing.
Is there anyone who never got a song stuck in their head? I can never figure out why, but sometimes a song takes up residence in my head and sticks around for DAYS. I'm always a little afraid to think too much about that, lest I might summon a recent one back to haunt me. Even as I write this I'm trying to avoid eye-contact, so to speak, in an effort to keep them at bay. So, moving along...
Singing runs the gamut. On the one hand, anybody can do it. Anybody.
As long as you don't delve into its mysteries too deeply. Once you
start to analyze song, it's really quite complicated. There's the pitch
and the tone and the tempo, the key signature, the style. All sorts of
things, really. But then that is another beauty of song: Truly something for everyone.
The Time Of His Life
4 years ago