I was lucky to grow up in 2 musical households.  My Mom was taught, by her professional jazz musician father, to play the piano at age 4.  My Dad played the guitar and was always singing.  He has a song for every occasion, big or small. Random songs often pop into his head and  he’ll start singing, no matter where we are.  He has a good voice.  You’d think by now I would have heard all the songs he has to offer, but he is still surprising me with new ones.  

My parents had us all singing from an early age.  My mom would gather us around the piano at her house, and later pop in cassette tapes from musicals like Evita; she aways sang the part of Che.  My Dad played the blues, old Lead Belly songs and Phoebe Snow, on his guitar, and recorded us singing on old reel to reel tapes.  They put music into our blood and into our hearts and minds and it has always been an important part of my life.  I also inherited the random songs popping into my head thing.

This morning, Joe shared with me an article he was reading about the Brady Bunch house being newly acquired……so of course, the theme to the Brady Bunch immediately planted itself in my head. For hours. The Brady Bunch theme had a point of entry, I knew why it was in my head, but sometimes, the songs just appear out of nowhere and stay for days.  I’m not talking cool songs, like “This Unrest” or “Clampdown” or “Serpentine Fire”…oh no.  I remember one time, it was the theme song to The Love Boat, and it took up residence in my head for almost a week.  Every morning, I would wake up and there it would be, rolling out of my mouth as I fed the animals.  I have no idea where it came from; I haven’t seen an episode of The Love Boat since in aired on TV on Saturday nights in the late 70’s.  I admit I watched it rather excitedly (especially when Charo was guest starring), but I never understood the sex appeal of any of the crew……except Isaac.  Isaac was hot.  But, I digress.  If you don’t know the show, look it up, but be careful because that theme song just might get stuck in your head.

Great, now it’s stuck in mine again….and this time there is no one to blame but myself.  I guess I’ll be setting a course for adventure for a few days.