"...to love another person is to see the face of G-d."
As a teenager, I sang in show choir for all four years of high school and then did three years in my community college's choir, too. (I also sang in church choir and since I converted, I've sang in a synagogue choir, too.)
This exposed me to a lot of different music (my tastes are eclectic to say the least). From Mozart's Requiem to Phantom of the Opera, I've performed a lot of great songs. But it wasn't like Glee, we didn't sing pop songs. Or at least not current pop songs, because we couldn't afford to license them. But I listened to the radio, I loved all the music around me.
These days, my tastes are almost, but not quite, as eclectic. I don't listen to classical music much anymore, except for the occasional Saturday Opera live from the Met. And I gave up show tunes for a while.
Or rather, I just didn't get the chance to listen to them because my musicals were all on cassette and I hate having to re-buy media. But I never stopped singing.
I never stopped singing.
My husband was also in show choir, as well as a few different jazz, classical and even barbershop groups! He has an amazing voice.
It is not uncommon for us to break into song randomly.
It may even be a form of echololia, for all I know: we will hear or say a phrase, and it will remind us of a song lyric and we just start singing. Most of the time, we start singing the same song, but there are a few common phrases that inspire different songs from us.
I see that in Remy, too, but multiplied.
Right now, he gets upset when his dad and I break into song (because it is too loud and also we mostly are singing songs he doesn't know), but he's starting to come around. Last night he even started singing along with some old skool soul.
We love our child very much, but we all need to be able to sing. And so we do. Even if sometimes, we have to wait for another time or place, we sing. Together and separately, my love and I sing.
And now sometimes Remy sings with us.
Just the thought is enough to make me burst into the happiest song in the world.
I wrote this post listening to the Original London Cast recording of Les Misérables, which is a show that has great personal meaning to me. The title is a quote from the finale of the musical (and perhaps from the book, which was written by Victor Hugo). The English translation of the libretto was by Herbert Kretzmer and the original French libretto of the musical was written by Alain Boublil and Jean-Marc Natel.
The photo is of a beautiful pair of Turkoman tassels I bought many years ago as part of my belly dance costuming. Which has almost nothing to do with music except that it does, it does. Dance and music are completely intertwined in my life. And both are interwoven with acting for me, because I was trained as a semi-triple threat. (My jazz and modern dance is not strong enough for me to be an actual triple threat, but it's never really come up, because I stopped acting in my early twenties.)