Being in a particularly unusual funk of late, I turned on some tunes. Music is a wonderful thing and does something to my body when the right tune plays, at the right time. You never know when it’s going to happen. You could be kind of toe-tapping along all day and then suddenly …. that song comes on. The song that reminds you of your first love. The song that triggers tears. You just never know.
I listen to jazz in spurts. There are times when I simply can’t get enough and then times when I skim right over to classic rock. Today, as I fiddled with the tuner, I found a jazz station. Great! I had been percolating along fairly well with the non-vocal jazz, until Ella came on, scattin’ away. It was fantastic. Once the soulful singers started, my feet were tapping, and my fingers were typing. And well, I got a boatload of work done and didn’t even realize how much time had passed. It kind of took over my body.
I’ve been walking around the house this afternoon just singing, “BeBop, DoWaaah”. The chick is swinging… Yeah.