There is one reader of this blog who dutifully checks in every morning, whether there’s a new post or not. Now, this could be because she doesn’t know about RSS or that she could sign-up to get an e-mail every time I post something. (Really, it’s an option when you leave a comment.) But it could also be because she’s my mother and she loves me
and kind of likes to stalk me. And because today is her birthday, and I know she’s going to read this first thing in the morning… Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you!
Beyond just giving her her own blog post with accompanying bizarre picture courtesy of my sister, I recorded a CD’s worth of songs this weekend that, if my dad did his job right, accompanied her on her way to work today. And because some of them were songs that only a mother could love, I’ll spare the rest of you the whole list and just give you my two favorite tracks. (Not including the Muppet track I posted three months ago.)
First up is a parody of “When I’m 64” rewritten as “Now You’re 59.” I fulfilled a lifelong dream of mine and took the original Beatles score and taught myself all the clarinet parts. The original turns out to be a horrible key for me to sing in, but I didn’t figure that out until after I had recorded the clarinet and piano parts and I wasn’t going to re-record them.
Second, and much more pleasant, is me singing four-part harmony with myself accompanied by my ukulele to cover Crosby, Stills, and Nash’s “Teach Your Children.” I have half a mind to go spend a bunch of money on a good microphone to make this one sound even better… and fix the rhythm problem in the middle. For Mom: “Just look at me and sigh… and know I love you.”