Little Known Fact

Friends
Singing is in my family - not American Idol singing, but certainly not Please SHUTUP singing. My mother claims she can't keep a tune, but we know that her good friend taught her, if perhaps not to keep harmony than certainly to claim her voice, on that long roadtrip in college many years ago. And of course, the Genius Brother can be recorded and paid much money for his golden voice. And I, true fact, used to sing the choir and get more than my fair share of solos. I know, you turn the radio up when I start singing to the songs, which is most of the time, but at one point I wasn't half bad. PROOF: I was a soloist in the choir that won TWICE in middle school for singing Danny Boy. At the time I also had this memorized on the piano.


Sometimes, when I think of who I have been growing up, I wonder how I have become who I am: At one time I sang, played three instruments, held a small job and was an actor and a tutor in all subjects including art and coordinated the music for an entire extracurricular group. Then came high school when I worked a whole lot and still managed to edit the lit mag, organize school activities, tutor, keep a boyfriend, write poetry, keep my grades relatively up, etc.

and then here I am. i work sometimes. i run less than i work. I see my boyfriend, sometimes my mother, rarely my brother. Sometimes I talk to my roommate. On really exciting nights i go grocery shopping.


On a lighter note, here are the lyrics to Danny Boy, which I spent a good 30 minutes singing to myself in the car on my way back from doing laundry at my mother's tonight, trying to remember how to sing without hurting the glass in the car that if god ever loved me will sell in a month:

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.