I have a
favorite.
It is not a
favorite CD of mine.
It is not a
favorite song.
It is a favorite
moment.
At each of my concerts there is a point at which I sing my song “Face The Facts,” an
active movement game with some silly word play:
We must face the fact. Our swimming arms
are back.
They are splashing, flapping, stretching,
lapping one full mile exact.
We must face the fact. Our swimming arms
are back.
Watching
everyone rousingly pantomime "swimming arms," "scissor legs," and "driving
hands" is fun….but those moments aren’t my favorite.
My favorite
moment is when I look out at the children, parents and grandparents as I sing:
We must face the fact. Our binocular eyes
are back.
They are peering, peeking, scanning,
seeking needles in haystacks.
We must face the fact. Our binocular eyes
are back.
I break into a
smile at every concert as I see each family’s “binocular eyes”….not on me, but
on each other. Moms and dads make silly
faces as they peer into the eyes of their children and the children excitedly
stare back with “binocular eyes” of their own.
Grandparents join in the play as well.
As the verse ends it is not unusual for everyone to sneak in a little
hug before the next verse.
This moment, at
each concert, reminds me why I picked up
a banjo and started strumming. Unlike
most musicians, it’s not because of the music.
It is because music provides so many opportunities for children, parents and grandparents to play together.
