My precious wife loves her alternative medicines—essential oils, kombucha, elderberry syrup, snake oil. She’s not growing medicinal marijuana (that I know of) or taking disinfectant infusions yet, so I’m not too worried.
I enjoy the smell of those things (mostly). Even more, I love giving her a hard time about her witch-doctoring.
On our first date, I sang Billy Joel’s “She’s Got a Way” to her. It’s become “our song.” So, it only made sense to dedicate a parody of that song to her and her strange ways.
I’m an introvert, which means that although I enjoy being around people, it takes energy. Being alone (and being creative) gives me energy; it helps me recharge. (This is a great book to understand me.)
This pandemic season is a weird one for introverts. On the one hand, we can’t have meetings with people (in person). The meetings we do have include an extra measure of energy-depletion (video conferencing). And yet, it’s hard to be alone (in a house of seven people).
So, I’ve been doing some creative activities to recharge my brain.
In high school and college, I loved writing parodies of my favorite songwriters’ hits. It was a good practice that taught me more than I expected about writing song lyrics. I still enjoy it.
My absolute favorite Sesame Street song is “I Don’t Want to Live on the Moon” (sung by Ernie, written by Jeff Moss in 1978). I’ve been playing and singing it for my kids (and for myself) for years.
Last weekend, I said to myself, “I don’t want to live on the Zoom.” I knew I had to write this parody. So, on Monday night I wrote and recorded the lyrics. On Tuesday I shot a video. (Pardon my unpolished and unprofessional vocal, piano, audio-recording, and video-editing skills!)
I hope this brings a little humor to your day. I sure enjoyed it.
“I tell you, my friends, do not fear those who kill the body, and after that have nothing more that they can do. But I will warn you whom to fear: fear him who, after he has killed, has authority to cast into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him! Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.”