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This musical-in-your-mind is written to the following songs, in the given order (so when creating the musical in your mind, listen to the songs in order) (yes, I have spent time and sweat ordering them for optimum palatability and effect): (here I still need to present each 'scene' for each song, but I'm currently out of free time, you're on your own for now- just remember, each song will have it's own scene, which you will have to create): (and just remember- it's supposed to be an ...
This musical-in-your-mind is written to the following songs, in the given order (so when creating the musical in your mind, listen to the songs in order) (yes, I have spent time and sweat ordering them for optimum palatability and effect):
(here I still need to present each 'scene' for each song, but I'm currently out of free time, you're on your own for now- just remember, each song will have it's own scene, which you will have to create): (and just remember- it's supposed to be an over-the-top comedy):
So, enjoy your play...
(curtains open)
Scene 01:
Standing On The Corner
Scene 02:
Wonderful Wonderful
Scene 03:
On The Street Where You Live
Scene 04:
Happy Wanderer
Scene 05:
Young At Heart
Scene 06:
Kiss Of Fire
Scene 07:
You're Just In Love
Scene 08:
Fascination
Scene 09:
It Only Hurts For A Little While
Scene 10:
True Love
Scene 11:
Mr. Sandman
Scene 12:
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There was no music in my formative years, like a Puritan, or someone out of the "Music Man", my father was against music. My first exposure was Elvis's first appearance on TV. He sucked. lol Then my older sister had a friend. She had a Chubby Checkers album. He looked ridiculous. lol so my relationship with music looked rather bleak. I was still only 3-4 years old, however... In kindergarten our music teacher showed us written music. I thought, "I can do that." So I filed that reali...
There was no music in my formative years, like a Puritan, or someone out of the "Music Man", my father was against music. My first exposure was Elvis's first appearance on TV. He sucked. lol Then my older sister had a friend. She had a Chubby Checkers album. He looked ridiculous. lol so my relationship with music looked rather bleak. I was still only 3-4 years old, however...
In kindergarten our music teacher showed us written music. I thought, "I can do that." So I filed that realization away, since there was no chance in my near future of me actually doing it. I heard "Puff the Magic Dragon". I yawned. Silent Night was OK, kind of dreamy...
Several years later we were introduced to classical music. The (same) music teacher played a few seconds of Mussorgsky and I was hooked on Romanticism... I filed that away, too, for there still wasn't any classical music composing in my near future yet... I was going to be a football/baseball player...
The Beatles hit when I was about seven. My older sister had a little phonograph, and played most of their music. I still did not consider playing music, I, like everyone my age, just wanted to 'be' the Beatles, running around in a romantic world free of adults...
I had a friend a few houses down who, from a very early age, was into the latest fads and fashions, music being one of them. He would show up with the latest and coolest progressive and alternate rock music. This was when rock music first began to be played on FM radio, as opposed to AM. FM coincided with the rise of drugs in the white suburbs, so it was more or less a youth cultural revolution (for the worse, I know...! )
My first musical instrument was the harmonica, which my dad would demonstrate on, slobbering all over it, and grossing me out. lol so I never really picked it up. Today I can play American Civil War songs on it, and that's as far as I go...
My next foray in school was a forced audition for the marching band. Every boy wanted to be a drummer. The bandmaster looked at my fingers and teeth, and said, "Trombone." That killed any marching band aspirations right then and there. I cunningly avoided mandatory band and choir tryouts after that.
I finally did get a toy drum set in Junior High, but my young cousin thought the snare drum was a bop-ball, with the springs on the bottom serving as the rubber band. What did she know? lol So I didn't get much drumming done until I was in hig...
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(prenote: this still has a looooong way to go...) Is hope an emotion? To have allowed myself to want her? To know what could have been? A poetic journal of my month-long romance with janeofdreams June 19 - July 25 2009 The longer I am away from Jane, the more I will cherish our days toge...
(prenote: this still has a looooong way to go...)
Is hope an emotion? To have allowed myself to want her? To know what could have been?
A poetic journal of my month-long romance with janeofdreams June 19 - July 25 2009
The longer I am away from Jane, the more I will cherish our days together; the deeper I will delve into them, and the more I will impart here. Such days, and I hope you've had them, are precious, though they become frozen in time...
italics - for poetic monologues and actual dialogs
standard text - narration
indented - poems
My Days with Jane- Meeting in Dreams
BC – BEFORE COMMENTS
She came from a dream evaporating into the atmosphere,
rising up and beyond the clouds, then beyond the earth,
spanning the universe with the energy of her creations,
reaching from her window, out of profound sadness
and enduring devotion, touching the heart with lasting imprints
like beautiful memories, even victory over death
in epic fairytale sagas for those feeling abandoned and forgotten,
finding company in writing, even though alone,
taking others to new worlds with new perceptions,
continuing on in the midst of despair, kindness being its own reward,
the rise and swell of the sea spraying upon the peaks of words
in the heights and depths of love pricked by loveliness and gloom,
the weariness of a heart in an empty hourglass of time,
dreamy, mysterious as a silver orb in the soft moonlight
whispering in the dark with a voice posing questions about life
dwelling on the tongue, opening inner pathways
with no real triumph, just another great sadness for the natural world...
A fisherman in his boat, with two lucky lovers wonderful to watch,
having faith in what they found, love renewing amid loss
in gloss and tossed hair, in a detached awareness,
adding grace to an otherwise tragic life, grounded in transcende...
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