Last night, when I read that I was supposed to tell you about music that changed my life, made me me, I decided to skip this week. It’s not that the topic isn’t perfect and amazing, because it is (and thought up by the amazing Troy* from As Long as I’m Singing). It’s not that I felt like I had no more stories, even though, almost every week, I participate in Twisted Mixed Tape by telling a story. Putting life’s stories to the music is usually fun and easy. This week, I just didn’t feel like I had time to do the topic justice.
Some of my favorite posts have been about music that’s made me me. I’ve told you about buying my first bra, and the angst that was. I’ve told you about Metallica and the year 2059, passing out in Mexico, laser light shows and skanks. I wondered whether Sex on Fire was good or an STD.
Anyway, it’s been a really crazy-busy week. My husband has been working tons of hours, I’m tired and decided that I had nothing new to give when it came to talking about music that’s changed my life and made me me.
Until 9pm last night. It was Tucker’s much overdue bedtime. I’d sung my own version of “It’s a Wonderful World” (“He’s the most wonderful boy”) and “You are my Sunshine” (“You are my Tucker…”). I won’t bore you with details like my arm being on fire from rubbing his back at an awkward angle because I was too lazy to do so sitting up, or how I was fighting the urge to fall asleep right there with him, because the point is that I realized that I was singing my own version of “Puff the Magic Dragon.”
Which made me go “Ah Ha!” Puff the Magic Dragon may have changed my life.
I know, I know. Puff the Magic Dragon is not the World’s Best Song. It’s not even in the top 100. Of course, I have to change the lyrics (you know the part “Dragons live forever, but not so little boys” because – duh – implications).
It’s one that I first heard at summer camp, not realizing that it was a “real” song.
I just knew that I loved it. Come on! A magic dragon!
Then, as a teen, somebody clued me into the fact that Puff was maybe about drugs! Which made it naughty and lovable.
Years later, one of my favorite memories is of my friend Sara and I, singing Puff the Magic Dragon. Using sign language.
I was lying in bed with my little boy last. It was dark, and there was an airplane decal in front of me. A monster truck one above me. A fire truck. Thomas. A dump truck. And I was singing about dragons and little boys. 35 years later.
While I am proud to say that there are 1,001 songs that made me, I was proud to own Puff the Magic Dragon, once again, last night, with my little boy. For a song to continually come to mind, over and over, for decades and decades, means that it has power. Importance. Magic. I’m telling you, as lame as it is, Puff the Magic Dragon may have changed my life.
What songs have been with you for years and years?
This has been a Twisted Mixed Tape Tuesday post, a cool concept thought up by my cool friend Jen Kehl.
*Sorry Troy, I did a really crap job of sticking to topic this week.