Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Singin with Grandpa...

So, I figured that since I posted about singing with my Grammy, I should do this too.  I absolutely credit my Grandpa for my vast musical knowledge and for the songs that I love and adore.  I learned most of them riding in the pickup or watching Lawrence Welk with him on Saturdays.  It has been a bittersweet experience to come up with this list, because I still miss him everyday of my life.  And occasionally, I'll hear a song, or smell fresh cut grass or burning ditchbanks and think of him.  I like to think it's his little way of reminding me that he's still watching over his family.  I love ya Gramps.

Okay...so first, the song he always sang.  His words were different, but the feeling is still the same.
Secondly, the song I memorized on the piano for him and my grammy.  Don't know why, but they wanted me to play it everytime we were together.

Next, the only song that gives me regrets.  He would ask me to play it all the time and I never took the time to learn it well.  Now I have it memorized.  Granted, it wasn't this version, but this is my favorite one.

Also, the song that he told me was his favorite.  And now is one of mine...
And finally, a song that makes me think about him...
I miss you Gramps.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

My Grammy Award

Let me start by saying that I love my Grammy.  No, it's not an award for being a stellar musician (although that would be nice too).  Nope, this is better.  She's my best friend and kindred spirit.  And I adore her.  Occassionally, I get frustrated when I have to go and reset the remote control 75 gazillllllion times in one week.  Tuesday was no exception.  So, a little frustrated, I drove over and promptly fixed her remote, tidied up her place, found her blankie, got her a drink and a snack, clipped her fingernails, told her politely that "no, I don't do other people's toenails" and then sat to visit for a minute. 
And I am so glad that I did. 
Occassionally, there are moments in one's life where you experience something so incredible that you vow to remember it for the rest of your life.  That was Tuesday.  Here's how the conversation went:

Grammy: Dolly, I need a favor.
Me:  Anything.  What's up?
Grammy: Well, I can't remember something and I thought about it all night long and it just makes me mad that I can't remember.
Me: Okay....what is it?
Grammy: Well, you know that song?  Give Said the Little Stream?
Me: yeah....

Grammy: I can't remember how the stream got down the hill.  Can you sing it to me?
Me: Sure...the stream hurried down the hill. (and then I sing...awkwardly)

This sets off a whole chain of events.  She starts with "Give Said the Little Stream", moved on to "Jesus Wants me for a Sunbeam", "Little Purple Pansies", " I Have Two Little Hands" and finished it off with "Bill Grogan's Goat". 
By most musical standards that I normally adhere strictly to, my Grammy never was and never will be a Barbara Stresiand, Liza Minelli or Rosemary Clooney.  But If I am being completely honest, I love that little, gravelly voice more than anything in the world, even if she can't remember all the words.
I am reminded daily how lucky I am to live so close and to be able to spend this time with her.  I would not be the person or the musician that I am without her.

So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sing Bill Grogan's Goat to my cats.
Good night!