When I was growing up, I got to see a lot of movies. My parents ran a restaurant downtown where we lived. I was about nine or so when we started that part of our lives. I have a brother five years older than I, so we were left to ourselves during the day while our parents worked. We lived not to far from the city bus stop, so it was possible in the summer to ride to the restaurant and get my lunch then go to a movie. I averaged three movies a week and sometimes, more.
My favorites were comedies and musicals.
I loved musicals. I thought life was a musical. I hoped my life would be a musical. I think I knew at the time, that it was not real life, but who is to say it couldn’t be?
One of my favorites was 7 Brides for 7 Brothers. The t v show was based on it. The movie was based on an ancient Roman legend Rape of the Sabine Women, which in the movie is told as Sobbing Women, anyway, the reason it was a favorite is because the music, the dance and the story wove together so well, that it seemed natural for lumber jacks to dance and sing while they build a barn and have a picnic.
And, I was ten. Who wouldn’t want Howard Keel or Russ Tamblyn to sing and dance for you?
You add in that this was also the time of Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly, you can understand that I thought life would be a musical.
It never occurred to me that it hadn’t happened yet, but I just thought it was all in growing up. I also thought everyone had someone in their family that could play the piano and sing without sheet music, but, I was wrong. About both.
It wasn’t in growing up that everything was set to music and not everyone had someone who could play the piano without knowing the notes on the pages. We did. My mother. She could listen to a song once and then play it. It might take a few playthroughs before she got it right, but she could do it.
No, I didn’t inherit that talent.