No time to watch any videos this morning, but I had VH1 Classic on in the background as I got ready for work today. One thing I noticed was how many songs ended with the the title being repeated over and over and it reminded me of our music teacher at Shenandoah Valley Elementary School, Dr. Milak. I thought of her because she used to let us bring in records on Fridays and play songs we wanted to hear. One day someone brought in the soundtrack to the truly awful movie "Xanadu," the title track kept repeating the title over and over and Dr. Milak ranted about how bad music repeats over and over. It wasn't an angry rant, just a "professional" rant, like a music teacher complaining about the sorry state of modern music (which happens with every generation, trust me I know, I heard some of the stuff my players would listen too!) or a coach complaining about how the game is played today. I wonder where she is today. Thinking about this also reminded me of the time my brother let me take his album "Back In Black" by AC/DC for music class and after putting on the title track Dr. Milak busied herself with some work and let the record play. As the start of "You Shook Me All Night Long" started the whole class held their breathe knowing that the third line included the word "damn" which was a curse word in sixth grade and strictly forbidden in music class music, a ban on albums being the result of playing a song with cursing. The offending line passed, all heads turned to Dr. Milak and breathe was exhaled with smiles all around as she did not react, clearly too involved in her work to notice. We really felt like we pulled a fast one! Another music class memory was a day when we had to come up with as many words as possible using the letters of the musical scale and Scott Canty and I came up with "Abacab" (The album by Genesis) and nobody else knew what we were talking about...including Dr. Milak. On and on I could go with memories about elementary school like Cub Scouts, Dana Anspach (my first "girlfriend"), the undershirt gang , "Do You Believe In Miracles," football at the Vinings, The May/Gardiner class experiment, Mr. Lee, Dr. Borsa, the sixth grade world's fair (which I had to miss since I missed the last few days of school to go to Europe...what was my dad thinking?!?!?!), Mrs. Franklin (my favorite teacher), Dr. Brown humiliating me in front of everyone, hanging out at the Keesels before school etc. The odd thing is that I have no memory of what it was like at school after my mom died. I can remember vivid detail of her funeral, the "wake" and even dreams I had about her, but nothing about school. I guess that isn't very odd except you would think being with my friends would not be something subconsciously blocked out.
Well that's all I have today, except you know as soon as I post this I'll start thinking of other things I should have written about. "From this time 'till next time, so long." -Jack Buck
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