Hi, everyone.
For those of you who don’t know me well, yesterday was my 63rd birthday. I didn’t do anything exciting; my landlady and her stepson surprised me with a birthday cake and card, and I received well over 100 “Happy birthday” greetings on my Facebook profile, so I felt seen and appreciated. We didn’t have a party or go out to a restaurant, which is fine by me; I’m not much of a party animal these days, and today is still a working day for all of us here.
I am feeling a bit fatigued, though, and I don’t have the time or energy for a long blog post, so I’m going to share some music videos instead.
Enjoy!
A Certain Point of View, Too 
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7 responses to “A Friday Musical Festival”
I love I can see clearly now, and I especially love take me home by John Denver. The song is about West Virginia but it makes me think about northern Sweden where I grew up. The forests, mountains, the small country roads, the sparse population far from any big cities. I visit only every few years.
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Those are great songs! 🙂
I chose the 1970s-era ones because they were part of the soundtrack of my childhood. And when I was in sixth grade and joined my first school chorus, we sang “I Can See Clearly Now,” and “Take Me Home, Country Roads” (along with “Mandy” and “I Write the Songs”) at our Spring Concert. This was in the 1976-1977 school year, before I was promoted to junior high (middle school) and my voice started changing.
As always, thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts, Thomas!
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That is interesting. Back then I was singing too, but it was in a church choir. We did not even have a school choir. Most music I listened to back then was in Swedish so I did not know about those songs until later but I loved them as soon as I heard them.
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For most of my elementary school years, Tropical Elementary didn’t have a school choir. We in Special Ed had one weekly visit from an older music teacher (Mr. Green, I think it was?), and we learned some songs that way. I wasn’t placed in regular classes until the 1975-76 school year, and I was a bit older than my classmates in fifth grade (which, of course, was a bit embarrassing, but I DID have to get proficient with English before I could be “mainstreamed”). Mr. Green retired at the end of the ’75-’76 year, and he was replaced by Mr. Back (pronounced “Bach” like the composer); it was his idea to start a school choral group, and I was among the first to be chosen.
Ah, sixth grade….
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Those are great memories. I assume you needed to get proficient with English because your first language was Spanish? I remember you saying you came from Colombia. It was great that Mr. Back started a school choir.
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I was born in Miami and we lived there till I was three. In 1966, my mom’s parents talked her into moving back to Bogota (this was roughly a year after my dad’s death) so we could live near our relatives. That’s why I ended up living in Colombia till early 1972.
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I see. I remember now when you say it.
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