Where the wind comes sweeping down the plains
May 27, 2010emily No Comments »I’ve told you before about how much musical theater I did in high school. (Which makes it sound like an addiction… which, now that I think of it, isn’t so far off.) But what I didn’t mention is the burden that goes along with such a lyrical past. Introduce me to someone named Gary, and suddenly I’m humming “Gary, Indiana” from The Music Man. Say something to me about St. Louis, and before I know it, I’ve got the theme song from Meet Me in St. Louis going through my head. On a similar geographic note, whenever I hear anything about Iowa, I start to sing “Dubuque, De Moines, Davenport, Marshalltown, Mason City, Keokuk, Ames, Clear Lake…”. What this doesn’t explain, however, is how I inexplicably had “Bust a Move” in my head yesterday. If you figure that one out, let me know. My subconscious is waiting for your call.
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