[asa book]B000002NBY[/asa] Wolfy and asdfg have both asked about music — what I like, what I listen to, if I listen while I’m writing.

It’s odd and a little embarrassing to admit that over the last ten years or so I have simply got out of the habit of music. I have to have quiet when I’m working, and otherwise it just never occurs to me to put on a cd or turn on the radio. In the car I listen to books on tape.

How this happened I can’t say, but it’s pretty entrenched at this point. No time for music, period. I can’t divide my attention between music and anything else, and there’s always other things to do.

However. That doesn’t mean I don’t like music.  There are many kinds of music I really do love. Some examples:

Friends have been sending me the Oxford American for  a good long while now, and I especially look forward to the annual music issue with a cover-mounted cd of  Southern music  (and the magazine is really, really worth reading.)

My affection for Springsteen is a life-long thing; I can say the same (brace yourself, I’m about to date myself) for James Taylor and Billy Joel.

I adore Mary Chapin Carpenter and Alison Krauss and EmmyLou Harris. I’m an easy mark when it comes to harmony. Dixie Chicks, Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Queen: what’s not to love?

If I’m in a store and there’s music playing, there are certain songs that will stop me in my track to listen. Stuff that has personal significance for me. Pretty much any track from Graceland; The Boys of Summer, American Pie, the list goes on and on. But it doesn’t occur to me to play these things at home.

There are classical composers I like a lot too. Sebelius, Bach, Prokofiev, Mozart… eclectic tastes.

A related tic of mine: I love dance movies. That is, movies about dance. I’m not so crazy about musicals where people dance (I remember almost falling asleep once during Oklahoma!) but if the movie is about dance itself, no matter how bad or good as a movie, I will be transfixed. Examples of bad, blah and great movies I watch over again for the   dancing: Flashdance. Footloose. Billy Elliot (the last five minutes especially); Strictly Ballroom, Stomp the Yard, Dirty Dancing, Save the Last Dance, Swing Kids, Saturday Night Fever, Havana Nights, Dance with Me, etc etc.

You don’t have to tell me I’m strange, I know that already.

mother’s day: Anita sez it all

Lyrics and performance: Anita Renfroe

Get up now
Get up now
Get up out of bed
Wash your face
Brush your teeth
Comb your sleepy head
Here’s your clothes
And your shoes
Hear the words I said
Get up now
Get up and make your bed
Are you hot?
Are you cold?
Are you wearing that?
Where’s your books and your lunch and your homework at?
Grab your coat and your gloves and your scarf and hat
Don’t forget you got to feed the cat
Eat your breakfast
The experts tell us it’s the most important meal of all
Take your vitamins so you will grow up one day to be big and tall
Please remember the orthodontist will be seeing you at three today?
Don’t forget your piano lesson is this afternoon

So you must play
Don’t shovel
Chew slowly
But hurry
The bus is here
Be careful
Come back here
Did you wash behind your ears?
Play outside
Don’t play rough
Would you just play fair?
Be polite
Make a friend
Don’t forget to share
Work it out
Wait your turn
Never take a dare
Get along
Don’t make me come down there
Clean your room
Fold your clothes
Put your stuff away
Make your bed
Do it now
Do we have all day?
Were you born in a barn?
Would you like some hay
Can you even hear a word I say?
Answer the phone
Get Off the phone
Don’t sit so close
Turn it down
No texting at the table
No more computer time tonight
Your iPod’s my iPod if you don’t listen up

Where you going and with whom and what time do you think you’re coming home?
Saying thank you, please, excuse me
Makes you welcome everywhere you roam
You’ll appreciate my wisdom
Someday when you’re older and you’re grown
Can’t wait ’til you have a couple little children of your own
You’ll thank me for the counsel I gave you so willingly
But right now
I thank you NOT to roll your eyes at me
Close your mouth when you chew
Would appreciate
Take a bite
Maybe two
Of the stuff you hate
Use your fork
Do not you burp
Or I’ll set you straight
Eat the food I put upon your plate
Get an A, Get the door
Don’t get smart with me
Get a Grip
Get in here I’ll count to three
Get a job
Get a life
Get a PhD
Get a dose of…
I don’t care who started it
You’re grounded until your thirty-six
Get your story straight
And tell the truth for once for heaven’s sake
And if all your friends jumped off a cliff
Would you jump too?

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said at least a thousand times before that
You’re too old to act this way
It must be your father’s DNA
Look at me when I am talking
Stand up straighter when you walk
A place for everything
And everything must be in place
Stop crying or I’ll give you something real to cry about
Brush your teeth
Wash your face
Get your PJs on
Get in bed
Get a hug
Say a prayer with Mom
Don’t forget
I love you
And tomorrow we will do this all again because a mom’s work never ends
You don’t need the reason why
I said so
I said so
I said so
I said so
I’m the Mom
The mom
The mom
The mom
The mom