Mile 114, clean as a whistle!

Today was unnecessarily dramatic.  I hate when that happens.  Fortunately, it was someone else’s drama.  I recovered quickly.  My body took a few hours to get the message, but I spent much of that time on my drums.  I’m still addicted to Rumours by Fleetwood Mac.  I used to hear these songs when I was laying in bed pretending to sleep as a kid.  My older siblings played music often, and it’s always been a big part of my life.  I have an incredible memory for music.  I can remember my location and how I felt when I last heard a song.  I remember the first song I learned when I was four.  Music is almost always playing in my head.  Every song I’ve ever heard is in there, waiting to be queued up when triggered.

My ideal learning method is through music.  Even if the lesson is beyond my comprehension at the time, it’s stored away and recalled when more information is acquired.  Many of us learned the alphabet through song.  I was taught through songs on Sesame Street.  When growing up, my siblings, nieces, and nephews and I would invent songs to amuse ourselves.  The last time, I remember we made a song called Yahoo Jen.  It was a cautionary tale about online hookups, based on an experience my nephew will never live down.  I laughed so hard that night.  It’s probably obvious, but I’ll go ahead and admit it.

Hi.  I’m Alison, and I’m a spontaneous singer.  I don’t sing loudly, so it’s easy to ignore.  I love every person who has ever caught me singing and decided to join in.  Remember that episode on Rosanne when DJ brings home a spontaneous singing frenemy, (remember who played his mom?)  Like that, only I don’t deny it.  I think it’s mostly unconscious.  I think music leaks out because I have so much inside me, and I refuse to let any of it go.  I’m off to read.