Monday Musical Memory: Song and Poem for Graduates

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.Today, I’m giving you a two-for-one special. Not only will I sing a song with a powerful message for graduates but I’ll also read a poem I wrote several years ago that I share with those in my life who are graduating. This year, my niece Ana in Florida and my cousin Darby in Colorado are graduating from high school and college respectively.

In The Sound of Music, the Reverend Mother sings this song to Maria, encouraging her to follow her heart. At the end, the song serves as a background for the family’s escape from Nazi-occupied Austria. When I was in fifth grade at the Arizona State School for the Deaf & Blind, I sang in the school choir, and we performed this song for the commencement ceremony at the end of the year. Ana, Darby, and anyone else graduating this year, this poem and song are for you.

Graduate

 

Go out into the world–never look back.
Reach for the top–always look forward.
Aim as high as you can.
Dream as big as possible.
Use your mind, heart, hands,
and know you can do anything.
Trust your instincts.
Energize your life.
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What do you remember about graduation? Did you receive gifts from family and friends? Were you in the school choir that performed during the commencement ceremony? What song did the choir sing?

 

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Musical Memory Monday: A White Sport Coat

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.Tis the season for the junior/senior prom. Unlike the fellow in the song I’m about to sing today, my date never changed his mind about taking me to the prom, although he almost chickened out.

When I was a senior in high school, I had a crush on Milward, but neither he nor any other boy asked me to the prom. Since Dad worked with Milward’s parents in community theater, he trusted Milward, so he said that if I asked him, and he said yes, he could borrow Dad’s station wagon. In 1980, I don’t think many boys had vehicles of their own. In any case, I never worked up the courage to ask Milward, so Dad promised to take me himself.

However, the night before the event, he suggested that we all go out to dinner instead. I was crestfallen. Mother and I were planning to shop for a dress the next day. I really wanted to go to the prom but didn’t want to go by myself, although Dad would have been willing to drop me off and pick me up later, since I couldn’t drive due to my visual impairment. I don’t remember how, but I convinced him to keep his promise.

We did all go out to dinner, though, before the prom. First, Mother gave Dad and me each a flower to wear. Then we went in two separate cars: Dad and me in one and my mother and younger brother in the other. After a nice dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in town, Dad and I drove to the prom.

I don’t remember how the school gymnasium was decorated, but I do recall a swing in one corner where Dad and I sat while someone took our picture. Grandma displayed that photo in her music room for years.

I had a great time. One or two boys may have asked me to dance, but most of the time, I danced with Dad. He’d taught me how to dance when I was fifteen, so after three years, I’d gotten good at it.

Looking back though, I think Dad may have felt a little out of his element. There weren’t many people his age, and the music the band played wasn’t his style. After the garter ceremony, in which I removed the offending item from my stocking and placed it on his arm, he’d had enough. Now, I don’t blame him for almost chickening out, but I’m glad he kept his promise. It would have been my only opportunity to attend a senior prom.

What do you remember about your senior prom? Who was your date? Had you been dating this person long before you two went to the prom together? Did your date change his/her mind? What did you do?

In my new novel, The Red Dress, which is now in the hands of the publisher, DLD Books, my protagonist catches her date in the act with her best friend on Prom Night. So, which do you think is worse, that or having your date change his/her mind at the last minute?

 

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Song Lyric Sunday: The Pain of Loving You

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.The theme from newepicauthor this week is “pain.” This song is about loving someone even if that person hurts you all the time. I’m sure victims of domestic violence can identify with this, and I’m thankful I’ve never had such an experience.

 

The Pain of Loving You—Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, and Emmylou Harris

Lyrics Courtesy of Genius

 

Chorus

Oh the pain of loving you
Oh the misery I go through
Never knowing what to do
Oh the pain of loving you

[Verse 1]
You just can’t stand to see me happy
Seems you hurt me all you can
Still I go on loving you
But I never understand

[Chorus]
Oh the pain of loving you
Oh the misery I go through
Never knowing what to do
Oh the pain of loving you

[Verse 2]
To love and hate at the same time
The line between the two is fine
The two have bound me heart and soul
So strong that I can’t let you go

[Chorus]
Oh the pain of loving you
Oh the misery I go through
Never knowing what to do
Oh the pain of loving you
Oh the pain of loving you

 

Songwriters: Porter Wagoner & Dolly Parton

Copyright 2019 Genius Media Group, Inc.

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Note: It’s time for a change. After today, I’ll no longer participate in this challenge, but starting a week from tomorrow, I’ll try something new. It’ll be called “Musical Memory Monday.” I’ll feature either a video or a recording of me singing a particular song. Hopefully, the song will bring up memories, and I’ll ask a question or two about such memories that you can answer in the comment field.

This is similar to an activity I used to do as a registered music therapist with nursing home residents. Our group would sing songs related to a specific topic, and participants would be encouraged to reminisce on this topic.

I’ll no longer link to Jim’s posts, so if you aren’t currently following me, you might want to subscribe by email. That way, you’ll be notified about this and other posts here. I hope you will enjoy this feature as much as the other. If not, I can always go back to doing Song Lyric Sunday, but for now, let’s give this a try, okay?

 

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Song Lyric Sunday: You Should Be Dancing

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.The theme from newepicauthor this week is “boogie/Rock/Rolling Stone.” “Boogie” is another word for “dance.” This song from Saturday Night Fever encourages listeners to get off their backs and start moving. When I listened to the movie sound track as a teen-ager, I was often lying on my back on my bed, and I felt compelled to do just that when this song came on, especially after I started taking a disco dancing class and learned some cool line dancing moves. Enjoy this song and have a super Sunday!

The Bee Gees–You Should be Dancing

Lyrics Courtesy of Google

 

My baby moves at midnight
Goes right on till the dawn
My woman takes me higher
My woman keeps me warm
What you doin’ on your back, aah
What you doin’ on your back, aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
Dancing, yeah
She’s juicy and she’s trouble
She gets it to me good
My woman gives me power
Goes right down to my blood
What you doin’ on your back, aah
What you doin’ on your back, aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
Dancing, yeah
What you doin’ on your back, aah
What you doin’ on your back, aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
Dancing, yeah
My baby moves at midnight
Goes right on till the dawn, yeah
My woman takes me higher
My woman keeps me warm
What you doin’ on your back, aah
What you doin’ on your back, aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
Dancing, yeah
What you doin’ on your back, aah
What you doin’ on your back, aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
Dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
Songwriters: Barry Alan Gibb / Maurice Ernest Gibb / Robin Hugh Gibb
You Should Be Dancing lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management

 

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Song Lyric Sunday: Seasons in the Sun

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.The theme from newepicauthor this week is “seasons.” This was one of the first songs I listened to on a remote-controlled jukebox I got for Christmas in 1973 when I was twelve. Since my dad sold and serviced jukeboxes and other coin-operated machines, I was probably the only kid on the block who had one of these devices. Because of my limited vision, it was nice not having to manipulate a needle over a record in order to hear my favorite songs.

In this tune, it’s not clear whether the person is dying from a terminal illness or is on Death Row about to be executed. That can be left up to the listener’s imagination. No matter the cause of death, it’s hard to die when spring is in the air.

Terry Jacks–Seasons in the Sun

Lyrics Courtesy of Google

Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We’ve known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we’ve climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC’s
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Goodbye my friend it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time
Goodbye Papa please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along
Goodbye Papa it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them, I’ll be there
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
Goodbye Michelle my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground
Goodbye Michelle it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there
Songwriters: Jacques Brel / Rod Mckuen
Seasons in the Sun lyrics © Carlin America Inc

 

 

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Song Lyric Sunday: Cold as Ice

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.The theme from newepicauthor this week is “freeze/cold/ice.” The song I’m featuring was popular in the late 1970’s when I was in high school. At the time, I was on the speech team, and we listened to it often while traveling to and from meats or while hanging out at the meets between rounds. Enjoy, and have a super Sunday!

Foreigner–Cold as Ice

 

You’re as cold as ice
You’re willing to sacrifice our love
You never take advice
Someday you’ll pay the price, I know
I’ve seen it before
It happens all the time
Closing the door
You leave the world behind
You’re digging for gold
Yet throwing away
A fortune in feelings
But someday you’ll pay
You’re as cold as ice
You’re willing to sacrifice our love
You want paradise
But someday you’ll pay the price, I know
I’ve seen it before
It happens all the time
Closing the door
You leave the world behind
You’re digging for gold
Yet throwing away
A fortune in feelings
But someday you’ll pay
You know that you are
(Cold, cold) (as, as) (ice)
As cold as ice to me
(Cold, cold, cold) (as, as, as) (ice)
You’re as cold as ice
(Cold as ice)
Cold as ice I know
(You’re as cold as ice)
You’re as cold as ice
(Cold as ice)
Cold as ice I know
(You’re as cold as ice)
Oh, yes I know
(Cold as ice)
(You’re as cold as ice)
You’re as cold as ice
(Cold as ice)
Cold as ice I know
(You’re as cold as ice)
Oh, yes I know
(Cold as ice)
Songwriters: Lou Gramm / Mick Jones
Cold as Ice lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Somerset Songs Publishing Inc

 

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My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

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Song Lyric Sunday: Disco Inferno

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.The theme from newepicauthor this week is “burn.” This song, from the movie, Saturday Night Fever, was popular during the 1970’s disco craze. It’s not really about burning things down. It’s about building a fire of passion in your heart for something you enjoy doing, like disco dancing. Enjoy, and have a spectacular Sunday!

The Tramps–Disco Inferno

 

To my surprise, one hundred stories high
People getting loose y’all, getting down on the roof
Folks are screaming, out of control
It was so entertaining when the boogie started to explode
I heard somebody say
disco inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn) disco inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
Satisfaction came in a chain reaction
(Burnin’)
I couldn’t get enough, so I had to self-destruct
The heat was on, rising to the top
Everybody going strong, and that is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say
disco inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down y’all
(Burn baby burn) disco inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
Up above my head
I hear music in the air
That makes me know
There’s a party somewhere
Satisfaction came in a chain reaction
(Burnin’)
I couldn’t get enough, so I had to self-destruct
The heat was on, rising to the top
Everybody going strong, and that is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say
disco inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn) disco inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn) disco inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
When my spark gets hot
when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
(Just can’t stop) when my spark gets hot
disco inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn) disco inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn)
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn) disco inferno
Songwriters: Leroy Green / Tyrone Kersey
Disco Inferno lyrics © Reservoir Media Management Inc

 

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My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

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