The Most Boring Friday Five, ever
1. Name one song you hate to admit you like.
Uhm... Er... Can't think of one...
"How Much Is That Doggie in the Window?"
2. Name two songs that always make you cry.
"Taps" and the funeral hymn played at my father's funeral. I don't know its name, but when I hear it, even on the radio, I'd better have a handkerchief handy!
3. Name three songs that turn you on.
"Loui, Loui", and uhm... Er... Can't think of any more...
I think getting turned on for me is more the effect of the company I happen to be keeping at the time than any song I'm hearing. I'm tactile, not auditory.
4. Name four songs that always make you feel good.
The song by the now dead (at way too young an age) jazz artist that Don Forsling played on WOI-fm right before 7:00 am this morning. I can't think if its name, or hers, either, for that matter, right now.
Our Youth Choir's version of "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring".
The one we did about the bells:
Soft bells are pealing
To the bells.
Soft voices stealing
To the bells. (This is done in delicious, delicate three part harmony, soft, floaty.)
Then we would PELT right on into "Colter's courage was in his heart, but his speed was in his feet" (one Walt Disney blessed us with from one of his westerns.) This was nearly shouted, and sometimes we'd even head around into the verse:
Sing of the bravest Mountain man;
Sing of the strong and the fleet;
Coulter's courage was in his heart;
But his speed was in his feet!
EVERY time we sang it in practice, we added the Walt Disney song, a capella, giving Fern, our long-suffering choir director, the constant nightmare that one day, we'd slip up and do that version in front of the entire congregation. I can't even remember who John Coulter was, now... the guy the Blackfeet captured who escaped barefoot to run through rugged terrain, after being beaten nearly to death running the guantlet, hiding under a bank of a stream with a reed in his mought to breathe through? Or is that five or six of them all jumbled together? That song was just GREAT right after the vesper bells number... a huge swelling of sound that just echoed around the empty church.
And... Uhm... Er... can't think of any more...
5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without.
Uhm... Er... can't think of any... As long as I can get classical music, not too heavy on the discord stuff like Edgar Varies put out, I'm fine. I'm happy. I hum along. I make up words. I sing badly off key. The cats don't care. The dog doesn't howl along. My horses still love me. (My close friends make exceptions.)