Let me explain.
Would a romantic comedy “work” if it didn’t include a musical montage showing the couple falling in love? Can you imagine Rocky running up the steps of the Philadelphia Art Museum without his own personal serenade? And admit it, you’ve always wanted to burst into song and dance complete with your own chorus line reminiscent of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, right?
A soundtrack would rock my world. Literally.
One of my most embarrassing moments involved me singing the Pointer Sisters’ “Jump” into a purple hairbrush. I was fourteen and dancing to the radio, full-blast, in front of our hallway mirror. I didn’t know my father had walked in until I saw his reflection. He was a self-disciplined man. And very kind. He didn’t laugh at me.
As a teenager I knew that music seemed to make everything easier. I’ve become an old fogey who can’t even find a good radio station. That’s why I need a magic soundtrack.
I can just imagine all the tasks in my life that would become more enjoyable if they came with audio. Like these:
I could have chiseled more ice from my roof if Vanilla himself had been performing in my backyard.
Grocery shopping with my three children would go better if accompanied by the Mission Impossible theme.
Trips to my lawyer’s office would have been less intimidating if Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive” had been played in the lobby.
I would better endure the sibling rivalry in my home if it triggered Guns N’ Roses’ “Welcome to the Jungle.”
And chasing my naked three-year old down the street would be much easier to the theme song from Hawaii Five-O.
I’m feeling a sudden kinship with the iPod generation. I’m also thinking I need to get one for myself (along with a new purple hairbrush).
What's on your soundtrack?