A Little Of This, A Little Of That in meh...

Good news. Good news. My daughter somehow obtained her diploma/GED. I was laughing at this outcome only because my daughter and I both know that she didn’t complete BOTH GED programs she’d been in. But she somehow accumulated enough credits to get it. All she has to do is pick it up. I’m happy for her. Now she can move forward with her life.

I wonder if it’s impossible to believe that all singers of color don’t always get their start singing in church or in solos or choirs and such. Thing is I’ve sung in representation of a church but never as part of a church ensemble. School choirs yes. Singing at home to records, definitely. I was surrounded by all kinds of music growing up. Mostly gospel. My grandfather provided the other stuff. The other stuff being Jazz & James Brown. LOL I didn’t particularly care for James Brown. I pretended to swing dance to the jazz with my cousin. That’s how we made fun of jazz. I respect both forms.

In the middle lay the music I would see on tv, or by chance on a radio station, or some of the other stuff my grandfather had. I remember being asleep and waking up hearing Michael Jackson singing about Billy Jean. Shalamar singing about the “Second Time Around” and a lot of other synth and bass driving dance music.

That was my musical education. If anything, my singing started in pre-school. I loved me some “I’m a Little Teapot”. I would make everyone mad in the mornings, getting ready for school singing about Mary and her little lambs, breaking it down in the bathroom. LOL Weird I know.

When it came to church I never sang during service I don’t think. I couldn’t make sense of some of the words. Little did I know I had the words wrong.

    *"Victory, victory shall be mine. Victory, victory shall be mine.
        If I hold my pee, let the Lord fight my battle.
        Victory, victory shall be mine..."*

As a kid I never knew “pee” was actually “peace” and I would literally envision being on a battlefield holding my pee while there was fighting going on all around me and fearfully thinking how impossible it was. ::doubled over in laughter::

The thought of my mind as a child has rendered me unable to finish this blog.

::still laughing hard::

Take care…

Kindest regards,
Sister