my life, the musical
When I was an undergrad and my life revolved around AIM (Aol Instant Messanger, just in case you didn't know), I would pride myself on the cleverness of my away messages. Hey, don't hate. Anyway, one of my favorites went something like this. . .
"Wouldn't it be great if life were a musical. I'm not here right now because I'm wandering around campus waiting for an opportune moment to burst into song."
I'm not ashamed to admit that I was raised on musicals. My brother and I (sorry bubba) would run around the house and the neighborhood singing the classic songs of the silver screen. I can think of several moments of my adolescent life that were excellent opportunities for a jazzy walk through the halls of my school or a solemn ballad lamenting the troubles of the dating world--if only I had an orchestra to back me up. All this to say, I know why ipods and mp3 players have taken off as must have gadgets. This desire to live a real life musical lies deep within all of us.
It reminds me of an episode of Ally McBeal (did anyone else watch that show?). Basically, someone told Ally (Calista Flockhart) that to help give her confidence she should have a theme song that she sings in her head as she walks down the street. One day, she started dancing to her theme song and one by one all of the people walking next to her started to get down. It was hilarious. I have had several personal theme songs since then. Perhaps, my dear readers, I shall one day share my current theme song with you. Until then I say unto you, good bye, "gooood byeeeeeeee."