Musicians have all the cream. They really do. Musicians own the whole talent thing, lock, stock, and barrel.
I can name a song for every traumatic aspect of my journey in life.
Can I name a book instead? Maybe if I stretch things. OK – Pride and Prejudice for first romance. When? Where? No clue. Talk to me about first times and music and I can ramble for hours.
It’s all about firsts and must haves.
Not making sense? Walk the path with me for a sec.
Songs that make the waterworks in seconds flat, My Way sung by Sinatra. Has to be Sinatra. It’s Too Late by Carol King, The Wind Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler…that list is never ending.
To me that signifies happy feet and snoopy dancing. Can anything get better than that?
Ok—so what’re your songs?
First Slow Dance
Can’t Sit Down
Oh—got to drop one more in there—Michael Bublé singing Save The Last Dance for me.
Such a happy way to start Monday.