Posts from the ‘Music and Dance’ Category


Today’s a re-blog, embedded video thing.

First: I LOVE Chess.

Second:  I LOVE a good female-female duet.  There aren’t enough.

Third: This is my favorite f/f duet.


Fifth: There’s a person in my life who is kind of assigned to this song.  Not intentionally or anything, I just can’t happen to hear this song without them popping up in my brain.  And today, said person decided to break a six month silence.  So, here’s my emo, moody, “I will never understand you and I’m really just sick of you” post without all the whining and explanations.



You’re welcome for the brain worm. 😉

Today (tomorrow, as I write), I am grateful for music.   Last week, when I had to write a blog post early thanks to a forever long drive, I wrote about the physical thing that got me to my destination: my car.  Today (yesterday as you read this), I’m writing about the mental support that got me to Missouri and will get me home: music.

I come from a very musical family.  By pure chance, my siblings and I cover the four traditional singing parts top to bottom in age order.  Anli is a very talented Soprano, I am a Contralto, Monkey is a Tenor with an extremely unique tambour, and Elder Moose is the kind of (Contra)Bass choir directors salivate over (pianist and arranger, too–he’s way talented).  My parents fill out these parts with my mother at Alto/Second Soprano and my father as a Baritone.  Since all our voices settled, we’ve sung together several times, taking advantage of what naturally turned out to be the perfect sextet.

But even before our voices matured, our family was musical together.  Some of my earliest and strongest memories are of singing in the car together to pass the time on long road trips.  I have learned some of the downright weirdest songs on earth (a cheery story-song about the sinking of the Titanic) and most fun (CornerMaster Store) and most beautiful (several lullabies).  Some of my worst moments as an adult have been met with my parents tucking me into bed and singing the lullabies of my childhood.

This, of course, was not always the state of things.  There’s a family anecdote that says I would scream bloody murder (or continue doing so) if my parents tried to sing me to sleep as a baby.  Oh well.  I’ve been contrary since birth.  If this comes as a surprise to you, bless you and your charity.

Thankfully, being raised by my musically gifted parents (my mother was in a trio for a long time, my father was a symphony docent, they both were in musicals in school, it doesn’t end) solved that small problem.  I was exposed to so many kinds of music that my tastes can only be described as eclectic.  I learned to love classical composers (Greig makes me drool), moldy oldies (who doesn’t love Runaround Sue?), pop (totally a weakness), rock (classic and current), delicious instrumentation (William Joseph, you sexy, sexy man), humorous music (PDQ Bach, ftw!), folk (I love Nickel Creek), and so much more.  The role it plays in worship is also vital.  Music lifts me, inspires me, energizes me, calms me, reminds me, and drives me.  It serves so many random functions that I always have to keep it around.

And it’s that randomness that keeps me awake when I’m driving those long stretches.  It’s a gift from my parents and from my Heavenly Father.  It’s a gift that I get to share with my friends without hesitation (as if they could stop me when a song comes bursting forth) and it’s a gift I’ll teach to my nieces, nephews, children, and grandchildren.

But for now, it’s the gift that’ll get me home.

Too Marvelous For Words

This past week has been a super Frank Sinatra week.  It’s been nice.  I’ve been singing along to almost every song and car rides are ever so much more cheery.  I’ve never felt so good about my work day as I have for the past week.  The best part of all of it is that I stopped by the library (where I got the CD) on impulse!  I was getting really twitchy in the car and needed a companion.  That turned into a week full of me (and my brother) singing Sinatra.  It’s great what impulses do for you!  But, in honor of the wonderful week and the awesome music, today’s blog is . . . *drumroll*

What I Learned About Romance From Frank Sinatra:

  • Even the worst of it should leave you with a content feeling. (Seriously, has a Sinatra song ever depressed you?)
  • Individuality is what makes love art. (My Funny Valentine)
  • Fumbling and speechless are good. (Too Marvelous For Words)
  • Heart and head don’t always have to agree. (I’ve Got You Under My Skin)
  • Dancing makes love better. (Cheek To Cheek)
  • Being in love feels good.  So good it’s worth fighting for.  (I Wish I Were In Love Again)
  • It’s easier to lock your door and unplug the phone than it is to lock your heart and unplug your brain.  (In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning)
  • Endorphins are AWESOME!!  But love’s got ’em beat.  (Almost Like Being In Love)
  • There’s no such thing as “sort of” in a relationship. (All The Way)
  • Love is the greatest of gifts.  Anyone who has the love of someone else is plain lucky.  (Time After Time)
  • It’s okay to put love before reason and practicality and all that normal stuff.  (Call Me Irresponsible)
  • Love gets better all the time.  (Day By Day)

There’s so much more, but these are the essentials.  I don’t think I’ve ever found another artist who so well expresses love.

Hope you all have a great week!

P.S.  The computer is back and all healthy!  Hooray!

My personal Boom-de-yada

Maybe Discovery Channel was on to something when they reworked the Boom-de-yada song.  This was followed by an xkcd comic of the same ilk, spoofing Discovery Channel, which led some dedicated readers to animate and record the song version of the xkcd version.

To these I tip my hat, and follow (with pictures!):

I love Lord Byron

I love to read at night

I love weird literature

I love books by candlelight

I love the library hidden in my closet, too.

Boom de yada, boom de yada, boom de yada, boom de yada

Praise Emily Rodda

And Rick Riordan, too

Norton Juster’s neat

And Thurber, I love you!

Kids are so lucky: they’re in the best of hands!

Boom de yada, boom de yada, boom de yada, boom de yada

I summer in Narnia

I winter with the Grimms

Fablehaven blushes in Spring

And Autumn’s best with Shim

I love all the worlds alive within these books

Boom de yada, boom de yada, boom de yada, boom de yada!


And I didn’t even get to mention my favorites from adult lit!  Sigh!!!! I guess I’ll just have to do that some other day. Gee, what a hardship. 😀

Of English, Classics, Creative Writing, Chemistry, Dance, Music, and Theatre

I am never alone

Ugh.  Look how long that title is!  I am a hopeless idiot when it comes to filling my day, my life really.  I fill, fill, and fill.  There is no such thing as a down moment, because when I have one, I immediately find something else to fill it with.  While hardly an all inclusive list, that there represents the degrees (or minors attached to them) I am getting and honor societies that I am part of.  In fact, that last one just signed me up to be the creative mind behind the “science room” at the horror house we’re putting on.  There’s a reason my name means joy – horror is not something I’m so great at.  But, I’m part of Alpha Psi Omega (Theta Sigma chapter, woot!) and therefore, I am bound to help out.  Hopefully the inner chem geek will come out and shine here.  Hopefully.

Sometimes I wonder why I do this, realizing how frazzled I am and how many times I’ve been told I’m “obviously not handling everything very well in the past few weeks.” (The count is at five, in case you were wondering.)  Then I get some down time and one of two things happen: I sleep and nightmare about everything or I wallow.  Not saying that I naturally tend to self-absorbed wallowing and poking around the dark parts of my mind – or even that my mind is darker than the average person’s!  We’ve all got the “bad side of town” part of our brain.  But, my danger zone loves an empty room.  Gives it space to spread out and weigh me down.  That empty room becomes the embodiment of the neighborhood that I have no intention of visiting alone.  Let me tell you – it’s not the long list of “things to do” that mutates in my head daily that has me “obviously stressed,” it’s those moments of lonely quiet when all my fears come out.  I’m frazzled because so much can go wrong, because so much has been going right.

And so, I fill.  I fill my life with activities, associations, friends, family, events, and engagements.  I never give myself time to think about the paranoid fears that can fill a room, and I run around like a mad scientist – hair flying out of my ponytail and talking to myself, keeping myself company in those short moments of solitude.  And then, when I’m sure of myself and of everything going as well as it can, I plan my alone time.  I fill my room with excitement and endless things to do – movie marathons done the right way*, books to re-read, books to discover, glorious naps free of nightmares, internet searching about some fascinating new subject, and writing.  I fill my alone time with me and myself.  I am never alone.

So I suppose the title misrepresents.  It should state “of me.”  That is what this blog is, what I am, what all this can be!  Here is my battle cry: To enjoy every day, to make it come from me and be part of me.


*The right way to do a movie marathon is to pick the next movie dependent upon who the actors are in the current movie.  You get bonus points for coming full circle, your last movie having an actor that was in the first movie.  Some of these marathons can quickly get pretty epic.