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Our Song


Why is it when we are sad, every song we hear stabs at our heart, even commercials for fast food make us cry?  Yet when our heart is happy, we bop along, singing at full wail.

Music, like our sense of smell, elicits specific memories.

There are certain songs that I find downright annoying. I absolutely hate (and I mean hate, sorry) the theme songs Over the Rainbow, My Heart Will Go On, and Fame. Not only have they been overplayed, but I find my annoyance also stems from my dislike of their movies.  

I also find explicit modern music annoying and disgraceful.

You see, my father was a musician, so I grew up listening to entrancing rhythms and beautiful lyrics.  He played the Big Band music of the 40’s and the smooth ballads of Agustin Lara (the famous Mexican composer of over 700 songs), so I associate that music with my childhood.  

My teen years were wrapped in Elvis, the Beatles, the Stones, and Three Dog Night, but as I had children of my own, they took charge of my musical tastes.  My young adulthood is a blur of Sesame Street ditties, the Ghostbusters theme song, and any song associated with a John Travolta movie.

In retrospect, my love life (as extensive as it was) can be pared down to one playlist - Don’t Rain on my Parade, Footloose, and It Had to be You. For the sake of my children and my dear husband, I cannot be more explicit, though at the time my hormones probably would have chosen other titles.

For now, the one song that best covers me is One and Only by Adele. It fits my life with HoneyBunch the best. He and I found comfort and “home” in each other, so I choose it for “our song.”


Music is necessary for the human soul, so tell me, what song is your all time favorite? 

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