Nov 27, 2007 - Something to Sing About

    Apparently I am annoying. Not to excess, but enough to inspire my overtaxed roommate to comment, "You know you don't have to sing all the time." Sorry. I didn't realize I was even making noise. This scene is actually a common occurrence in our room though, so nobody is offended if I need reminding to put a cap on it. Ask a number of my friends and they will tell you that I am often heard before I am seen. That was absolutely metaphorical. There isn't an ounce of actuality in it. Indeed, I am easily spotted from afar, and not heard so well at all. But, oh best beloved, consider the point made: I am the human itunes. There is a theme song for every situation, I am convinced. If it doesn't yet exist, I hum one up on the spot. The majority of the time it is an unconscious act. I suppose because I find it only natural to be surrounded by music. One day, if and when a surgeon has need to slice me open, I wonder if he would find a variety of little black specks marching circles round my heart: quarter notes, half notes, whole notes, grace notes, rests, bass clef, treble clef, and pedal notation. If it were brain surgery, the sound might even be louder than my own power of projection because there is always music in my head.
    Music in my head and dancing in my body. Don't ever put me under a secret surveillance camera. Alone or in public, in conversation or class, my arms begin a port de bras while my foot slides to tendue. That, or the hip sway begins, followed by samba variations. It's impossible to bore me. I am surprised my friends aren't embarrassed to be seen with me. Perhaps it isn't all that bad yet. Quite positively there are people out there who find my behavior quite unsettling. It isn't considered appropriate for polite company. Polite does not have to mean knotted in a corset thank-you-very-much, fingers wrapped around a tea cup. Politeness is defined as consideration towards the feelings and comforts of others. But why shouldn't movement and music be considered...this isn't going anywhere. I lost my words in the library somewhere. I wanted to go back to talking about my musical habits. More on this later, I promise.