Today’s word prompt at The Daily Post is “song.”
There are many places I could go with this prompt. I could talk about how Dean Martin’s “Everybody Loves Somebody” evokes images of my mom ironing in the kitchen, singing along with the record player. There was a book of matches on the arm to keep the record from skipping.
Yeah, I could do that.
But she passed away 12 years ago and I don’t want to go there.
I could also tell you about how my dad & my Uncle Art would get sloshed at parties and break into a sloppy rendition of “The Good Ship Lollipop.” Imagine two big, goofy, middle-aged Polish guys hanging on each other, belting out a Shirley Temple tune. I guess you had to be there.
Instead, we are going to talk about “The Sounds of Silence,” by Simon & Garfunkel.
Picture it: Arvada, CO in the early 1970s. Vanderhoof Elementary School. Music class with Miss Robbins.
My best friend Lisa and I had “found” each other that year. You know how when you are ten years old and you meet that certain friend with whom you instantly and totally click? That was me & Lisa.
We were immature, at best. Kids in the 3rd grade had more on the ball then we did. Our parents couldn’t stand us. Other kids couldn’t stand us. Teachers…they had it the worst.
Okay, so one day there we are in music class and standing right next to each other, of course. Miss Robbins announces that we are going to sing “The Sounds of Silence.” Lisa and I begin elbowing one another while trying to stifle our giggles. No way were we going to make it through that song without incident. We both knew it, but we had to try.
It was manageable until we got to the part that goes “…and in the naked light I saw…”. Lisa and I simultaneously combusted.
Why, you ask?
Well, it’s like this: the word “naked” was capable of inciting raucous merriment in our puerile minds.
Forty-eight years later, I still have to smile (okay, giggle) whenever I hear that song.