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The Jester Queen welcomes you back to her kingdom. She's excited that her tendency to refer to herself in the third person hasn't scared you away.
“Starman” came on this afternoon. Halfway, through I realized Caroline was singing every word. When did
she get in touch with her inner Bowie? Yesterday, it was “Taxman” and both kids. That was less surprising, since I’m raising avowed Beatle maniacs. We belt out Beyoncé, too. I
still sing with
my Mom. To the Beatles. To Sam and Dave. And I rock with Dad to metal. My parents infected me young, she with the belief that music is timeless, and he with the certainty that the new is always worthwhile. Now, I hope I’m doing the same in my turn.
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This is my entry in the 100 word song. FINALLY! I haven’t played in too long.
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Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.
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Nice one.
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I firmly believe the world would be a better place if everyone got in touch with their inner Bowie.
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This is true. This is very very true. Or. If it weren’t better, it would at least be more interesting.
fun – my girls were raised with music always – and they, like their mama, can belt out a tune with the best. We have a song for everything, 🙂
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Music is the kind of thing that can cure me of most ills. Most.
Belting out just about anything is good for the soul.
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Yes – this morning, Sam was obsessed with Jingle Bells and the only way to remain sane was to sing along, because it wasn’t like he was going to STOP or anything!
Any mom who who taught her kids “Starman” is doing quite all right in my book =)
So good to see you back in the 100 Words again!
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I didn’t do it on purpose. Well, I didn’t teach them any of the music on purpose. It’s more that they hear the same songs I play. They don’t get all obsessed with all of them, though. Sam will not let me play Bob Dylan. “His voice is icky”. (I like Bob Dylan, scratchy voice and all.) And Caroline finds my love of classical completely offensive. They came with built-in taste that thankfully mostly aligns with mine for both the old and the new!
Awesome. Some of my favorite memories are of going to Nashville shows with my dad as a kid.
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Music is such a strong binding force. There’s nothing like it for connecting generations.
My kids and I like some of the same music, but the only thing my singing along does, is spoil the song for them. Can’t carry a tune.
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That's a good love to pass along. With my mom it was Gilbert and Sullivan, and it's always stayed with me.
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Musicals are absolutely fun, and Gilbert and Sullivan are even more fun than most!