When I was growing up, my folks loved musicals. They were huge fans of movie musicals and musical plays, too. The loved Gene Kelly and so do I. My dad would sometimes break into “the old soft shoe” in our house just for the heck of it. He loved Yankee Doodle Dandy, Singling in the Rain, American in Paris and oh so many more. We all loved them. Now my husband is an engineer. For some reason he finds it not one bit credible that people can be walking around and suddenly burst into song just to get their point across. For instance, in the movie Paint Your Wagon, all those scraggly old gold prospectors just didn’t strike him as the glee club types!! Yet to this day neither of us can hear the name Mariah without thinking of the song “They Call the Wind Mariah” from that same song. And who can EVER think of a more definitive song and dance about the exuberance of being in love without picturing Gene Kelly dancing and singing in the rain. I can’t help it; I have to give you the link to it.
Now, despite my husband’s less than huge thrill at musical theater—when it came to marrying me, his joy was much like the man in the other link sings about “going home with bonny jean”. So I hope that you can see that if we all did occasionally burst into song and dance maybe the world wouldn’t seem quite so gloomy some days!