Born

I discovered a truly awesome song tonight. Which I should have listened to long before tonight, but ... I am a little slow, sometimes.

Born

I was born to laugh
I learned to laugh through my tears
I was born to love
I’m gonna learn to love without fear

Pour me a glass of wine
Talk deep into the night
Who knows what we’ll find

Intuition, deja vu
The Holy Ghost haunting you
Whatever you got
I don’t mind

Put your elbows on the table
I’ll listen long as I am able
There’s nowhere I’d rather be

Secret fears, the supernatural
Thank God for this new laughter
Thank God the joke’s on me

We’ve seen the landfill rainbow
We’ve seen the junkyard of love
Baby it’s no place for you and me

I was born to laugh
I learned to laugh through my tears
I was born to love
I’m gonna learn to love without fear

— Over the Rhine

I keep having things to say but not getting them written. And here we are, now 2 days past Christmas, and I have all these thoughts swirling in my head — thoughts of Christmas Past and Present — but mostly I’m just out of it.

And I think I prefer life that way.

: )

I watched film version of Phantom of the Opera twice today and was reminded of what I love about it: The music and the story. And even though watching the movie cannot truly compare to experiencing the show in a theater (I saw it at the Fox in St. Louis back in the 1990s), there is one benefit to having it on film: You can see it virtually any time you wish.

And speaking of music:

Kitchen karaoke was among the Christmas Eve activities at my mom’s, and Debra and I performed selections from her Seventies Explosion 5-double-CD set. In this particular photo: “Rhinestone Cowboy.” (Other featured songs included “Kung Fu Fighting,” “The Night Chicago Died” and “Sad Eyes.”)

And I simply adore this picture of Debra and Cousin Kevin. (Not quite sure what they were laughing at, however!)

And on one final Christmas 2005 note: Heeeeeere’s Lucy!