In my defense, we're getting ready to relocate (for the eighth time), and I've been home alone for far too long now (when I did this it had already been a week, for chrissakes). It leads to strange ideas and staying up all night implementing them.
I have a thing about singing and music - some track is always running in my head, usually relevant to the situation at hand. The lyrics database in my head is staggering (when I can remember it), and a single word will often cue an earworm that runs all day.
All excuses aside, I took three of my poems (already setting themselves to music in my head) and SANG them on YouTube. And FaceBook, just in case someone missed them. Thank God I can sort of sing or I'd be inconsolable.
Naturally now I want to redo them, but I also enjoy suffering through the original raw versions. No practice, no preparation, Just me and a little booze.
Possibly my favorite thing about these was one of my sisters' comments on FaceBook that I should "Jazz them up a little". Immediately I was beset with mental visions of MS-stricken Rockettes in a faltering chorus line. You know, make MS seem happier. Peppier. Ch....oh, forget it. It was funny, though.
I don't know what was up with the head covering. Guess I didn't feel up to showering or something.
Aaannnyyywayyy....for better or worse, they're here.
I've decided it makes more sense to post each video with its respective poem (never know, you might want to sing along or somethin'). So they've moved..
I really WANT MS to not be disturbing, depressing, sad.... but it just is what it is. Sorry sis.
I have a thing about singing and music - some track is always running in my head, usually relevant to the situation at hand. The lyrics database in my head is staggering (when I can remember it), and a single word will often cue an earworm that runs all day.
All excuses aside, I took three of my poems (already setting themselves to music in my head) and SANG them on YouTube. And FaceBook, just in case someone missed them. Thank God I can sort of sing or I'd be inconsolable.
Naturally now I want to redo them, but I also enjoy suffering through the original raw versions. No practice, no preparation, Just me and a little booze.
Possibly my favorite thing about these was one of my sisters' comments on FaceBook that I should "Jazz them up a little". Immediately I was beset with mental visions of MS-stricken Rockettes in a faltering chorus line. You know, make MS seem happier. Peppier. Ch....oh, forget it. It was funny, though.
I don't know what was up with the head covering. Guess I didn't feel up to showering or something.
Aaannnyyywayyy....for better or worse, they're here.
I've decided it makes more sense to post each video with its respective poem (never know, you might want to sing along or somethin'). So they've moved..
I really WANT MS to not be disturbing, depressing, sad.... but it just is what it is. Sorry sis.
