Main Entry: There have been times in my life when the music has stopped. It might seem as if that would be a good thing, but it leaves me feeling isolated and disjointed. Most of the time I don't even think about the music in my head, it's just always there. It's part of who I am. So, when I heard my friend Kelly talk about how he likes to do shows so much because that, along with his choirs, provides the underscore of his life, I felt a little bit sorry for him. My underscore is provided 24/7 by my own imagination. Even my dreams have music in them. Maybe this makes me a little bit strange. Maybe this makes me a lot strange. But I can't imagine any other way to be. It's always been this way, I hope it always stays this way. In fact, one of my earliest memories is me swinging as high as I could go, singing a song about a caterpillar. I hadn't thought about it much, but most of my memories are underscored as well. Whether the music was there when it happened, or I provided it later I couldn't say, I'll just have to call it creative editing. It makes life very interesting, and life is meant to be very interesting ...with full accompaniment.
1un·der·score
Pronunciation:
\ˈən-dər-ˌskȯr\
Function:
transitive verb
Date:
1771
1 : to draw a line under : underline 2 : to make evident : emphasize, stress
In my life: the music I hear in my head nearly every minute of every day, frequently with full orchestral accompaniment, often audible to others as I sing or hum, usually appropriate to the situation at hand.
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Family Vacation 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Underscore
Posted by Patti at 7:43 AM
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1 comments:
You mean most people DON'T have a score accompanying their daily lives? Now THAT is weird.
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