JUNE …

..is busting out all over, as Mr. Hammerstein once wrote, and so do we seem to be…in every way…out of doors…out of  houses and apartments that have been too small or too comfy for too long… out of pants that used to fit…

…OUT into whatever this new world, with all its new twists and turns offers or demands or threatens.

I am tentatively sticking toes out of the house and garden and into tomorrow. I must admit I have been lucky enough to have a comfy home, a loving husband, several furry children, and a big old garden to make this past isolation sweeter. So I sneak out rather than leap, reluctant to let go of the quiet time. But so happy to reconnect with beloved pals IN THE FLESH!

And I am constantly reminded that HUGGING is THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD!

 

My BURIED TREASURE this month is a song I love that I  had the honor to write with that most wondrous songwriter from Nashville, Mike Reid.

(You probably know one of his huge hits…I CAN”T MAKE YOU LOVE ME IF YOU DON’T. Bonnie Raitt had a #1 hit with it.)

I have a passion for country music. It’s the lyrics, baby, the lyrics!

The stories they tell. This one is called KEEP ON WALKING.

I dare you not to dance around the room!

 

 

 

 

I have not been a complete sloth during my time of isolation. A little bit of song writing here and there with my brilliant pals Ann Hampton Callaway and Michele Brourman. I thought I would share with you the lyric to the latest Mc/Brourman creation.

 

THE END OF ISOLATION 

HEY THERE NIEGHBOR, HOW YOU DOING

NOW THAT ISOLATION’S DONE?

DID YOU GAIN A HUNDRED POUNDS?

WASN’T IT A LOT OF FUN?

 

ME, I’M FEELING BRIGHT AND CHEERY

HEAR ME SING A LOUD TRA LA

MASKS ARE NOW MY FAVORITE FASHION

AND I EVEN FOUND MY BRA

 

I HAVE LEARNED THE ART OF ZOOMING

SOMEDAY SOON MY PANTS WILL FIT

NO MORE STARS SING THEIR BEDROOMS

BELTING SONGS THAT SOUND LIKE SHIT

 

THERE WERE THINGS I LEARNED TO LOVE WHEN

CHARDONNAY BECAME MY PRAYER

HOW TO PLAY THE FLUTE IN SPANISH

THE TRUE COLOR OF MY HAIR

 

WHAT WAS ALL THE FUSS I WONDER

WITH THE PANIC AND THE FEAR

ART AND THEATRES ALL WENT UNDER

BUT THE SKIES WERE REALLY CLEAR

 

POLITICS IS SO MUCH BETTER

NOW THE COUNTRY’S SPLIT IN TWO

WITH THE KINGDOM OF THE RED

AND THE REPUBLIC OF THE BLUE

 

YOU KNOW THOSE SHOES I ALWAYS WANTED

YESTERDAY I WENT AND BOUGHT ‘EM

HAVEN’T SEEN MY HUSBAND LATELY?

HONEY, THAT’S BECAUSE I SHOT HIM