I think I may have surpassed the pathetic parent mark this week. Sara, proving her courage to me and the world, sang with me in public for the first time this past week.
I can't begin to describe what a thrill this was. It wasn't a great performance for either of us, but it was such a kick.
If that wasn't enough, this performance was at my place of work in front of my coworkers.
We were having our annual community fund kick off lunch and I had been asked to be part of the entertainment. I asked Sara if she would like to sing with me and she said yes but I had my doubts if she would actually do it. She did and it surprised both Jill and me quite a bit.
I joked before the song that I wasn't going to let her have lunch if she didn't sing but really I wouldn't have been tremendously crushed if she had been too shy. But she did and I'm right proud.
Sara is, so far, the only of the 4 who has the stamina to record with me.
Tuesday, 5/21/2002-2:33:18 PM
I've been thinking about something Woody Guthrie said a long time ago which seems to be full of wise wisdom: I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good.
I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard traveling.
I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this s your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked ou for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how ou are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in ourself and in your work.
And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you.