Music Really Does Soothe the Savage Beast
Long line at Starbucks this morning, but they’re playing R&B, so I don’t mind waiting. Aretha is singing “Respect,” and my left foot is tapping out the beat. My leg gets into it, then my hips. My shoulders are dancing as I start (quietly) singing along.
Place my order as The Jackson 5’s “ABC” begins. I dance-walk to the order pick-up table, and start singing, tapping, and dancing in place. A college girl walks up: “I’m singing, too. May I join you?” So, we sing and sway and entertain the bux for a couple of minutes.
I arrive at the office a littler less grumpy, with a soulful bounce in my step.
Now it’s lunchtime. Walk down to the building cafeteria to grab a sandwich. “Lady Marmalade” starts, as do I. The toe-tapping, the shoulder dancing, the singing. My New Orleans-bred CEO is in front of me, and he joins in.
I am a walking Ellen Degeneres commercial. But my mood’s a helluva lot better. I’m a deep one, aren’t I?
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