One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Silly story time! Last week, while leaving the gym with my friend Holly, I heard Juice Newton sing Queen Of Hearts. She was shocked to find out that I liked country music. (I’m not sure if Queen Of Hearts constitutes country music but for this conversation, it does) I stand corrected, when I was a kid, I liked THAT country music, from THAT time. The Charlie Daniels Band, Crystal Gayle, Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline, Barbara Mandrell, Dolly Pardon, Johnny Horton, and Willie Nelson were among some of my favorites. Yes, when I was young some of the artists were already dead or pretty old themselves, regardless, that’s were my interest rested. Keep in mind, I also loved Boy George and the Culture Club, the Go-Go’s and the Bangles. I even enjoyed listening to country gospel tunes. My music interests were certainly eclectic. Presently, I’m not a country music fan, nor was I even in high school.
So it’s really no surprise that I’m a fan of Kenny Rogers, or I was. I loved Kenny Rogers! The movie The Gambler was one of my favorites. (That reminds me, I need to introduce Kyle to that one!) It ranked up there with Mary Poppins, Sound of Music and Singin’ in the Rain. (Every once in a while, I also bust into one of those show tunes. My family appreciates those moments. sarcasm)
So, it’s not so far fetched that when the Geico commercial came on, and Kenny Rogers began singing, I joined in, and then some. Yep, I know all the words, forwards and back! I couldn’t help myself. While Making Deer Bologna & Deer Jerky on Saturday with Kyle and mom, I busted into song.
Admittedly, I went on for hours singing, the same song, over and over and over again. Please note, I can’t sing, which made it even better! At times I started at the chorus, sometimes at the beginning, and others I sang the last part and stomped my feet like the original song. And somewhere in the darkness, the gambler he broke even, and in his final words I found an ace that I could keep…
At first Kyle ignored me, then he started protesting with his usual, “STOP!” “STOP!” “STOP!” I can’t believe he thought that would really make be cease and desist. After about an hour or so, (it truly did go on for a while) he found me a tiny bit humorous, even though he wouldn’t admit it. Kyle, trying to be good humored about my stage act, started to tease me with a chorus of “Boo”, accompanied with silly smirks and motions of a thumbs down. Now he found himself funny. Kyle giggled and made sure I didn’t miss his gesture of thumbs down. No worries, I know artists are sometimes misunderstood. I held my ground, and continued singing the song of my soul. Seven, my Black Labrador, even joined in by jumping around barking. He was my back up singer, a supporter of the arts. It was a fun family time in the kitchen!
What made the situation even better? Every time that commercial came on the rest of the weekend, before Kenny Rogers was spotted on the television screen, I’d turn my heard toward Kyle, shoot him an ornery look, and sing. As if on cue, Kyle would chuckle, roll his eyes and do his best to ignore me, which provoked me even more. He continued giving me his standard thumbs down. I love getting a rise out of that kid! It makes life entertaining and keeps him on his toes. We all know he LOVES it!
It was all in good fun, typical Aunt Heather style. I bet I got that song stuck in Kyle’s head!