The Music In My Head

I’ve just realized that something I do may not be all that normal… (OK, so maybe its not just the one thing. Please, no snide remarks!)

It’s very natural for me to sing my way through a day. A song gets stuck in my head, or perhaps snippets of a song. A couple of lines, the chorus, part of a verse that leads into it, the bridge perhaps. Often I really only know that section well enough to be comfortably assured I’ve got it right. Or it might be new lyrics I’m toying with, trying to mould them into some kind of basis for a song. Under my breath, whilst I’m doing something else or trying to concentrate on something more dutiful, there, in the back of my mind, a song keeps repeating, like a needle jumping on an old 33.

At the moment, its John Mayer’s "Daughters":

Fathers be good to your daughters
They learn to love like you do
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too.

Beautiful, concise and meaningful. As we move towards our second child, I wonder whether I’ll need to take this to heart.