All these men in my life. 'Nuff said.
Yesterday I had the rare privilege of bearing witness to talent. Can't help that it's Charlie.
We were free-forming with a pile of Lego pieces drawn from the giant box with half a cubic yard of Lego in it, some of them were Colin and Jakes.
I spoke to the computer and asked for some music. It gave up Paul Simon. Charlie was immediately attentive because he likes story songs and Paul Simon articulates his poetry.
The kid started singing along to a song I'm pretty sure he's never heard. I'm just listening. We get to the verse:
“Sail on, silvergirl, sail on by, your time has come to shine, all your dreams are on their way”
And I get goosebumps because he's taken to the lower register of the harmony and was faking the words precisely in tune for the whole song.
He's become involved in the chorus at school, so I said, "You know, the chorus teacher might ask you to sing alone in front of the class one day." If you've had the experience, you know how impactful it is.
"So?" He shrugged and continued working on a croc-ship. The soul of blase.
Next time I'll ask Alexa to play some Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Nate King Cole. Maybe he'll be ready by the time Michael Buble retires.
I specialize in party boats and parade floats.
3 comments:
Wow. Charlie has shed another layer of boyhood. You can see the handsome man he will become now. A crooner too? Wow.
You are a wild, vivid, original narrator. If that trips into occasional unreliability, I’m here for it.
Ah, keep these stories coming! Charlie, Charlie...I love imaging this time of his singing.
Loved this post and I remember those lyrics. I'll have to look for my album and play it on my record player. I hope my 1 year older grandson turns into a Charlie. What a wonderful companion he must be for you.
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