Climbing the stairs in San Francisco*
Today I slipped a CD into the truck recorder. The CD was a compilation of songs that Daughter Dear put together for her newborn nephew. There I heard Barbra Streisand belt-out, “Sing, Sing a Song.” Now you know that song belongs to Kermit the Frog, the Muppet, but there it was, “Don’t worry if you’re not good enough for anyone else to hear, just sing, sing a song.” I would quote the whole thing, but there is copyright against that.
So l decided to keep writing, because that’s my song, and not worry if it’s good enough for anyone else to hear. I listened further: “I try to smile on the hour—it clears the brain,” sung by Dick Van Dyke (Bye Bye Birdie) “I love to laugh.” (Mary Poppins) “Suddenly Seymour.” (Little House of Horrors).
If anything expresses emotion better than song, I don’t know what it is. So I would say if you need a happiness boost, put a CD into the recorder.
*Well maybe watch a girl climbing stairs in San Francisco, it's almost music.
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