Well, it's been 2 months of sitting in my "broom closet" temporary office, as my British senior calls it. They haven't even started working on our Center. My request yesterday for a tentative start date was met with, "I don't know."
This morning I realized that on days I'm not feeling real cheerful as I head to work, I keep hitting "Play" on my Hugh Laurie blues CD, "Let Them Talk".
Yes, THAT Hugh Laurie. Actor. Comedy partner of Stephen Fry. Dr. House.
Forget the "Song and Dance Man" label once attached to actors like Laurie who weren't just content to repeat the words in a script. Inside that very British gent beats the heart of an old black man from New Orleans...one who understands the heartbeat of the Blues.
I LOVE this CD! (And yes, I almost said album, but most of you would've merely nodded). I realized why this morning.
I was singing along with a song which has a repeating lyric of, "Baby you don't know, you don't know my mind. When you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying."
Sounds sad? Well, it IS the Blues. But then I found myself gleefully singing along, "Sometimes I think my baby's too good to die. Sometimes I think she should be buried alive."
I laughed so hard I forgot to be cranky.
Below is a musical clip of my favorite song, "St. James Infirmary." There were some live versions of this, but the audience can get so rowdy you lose the reason I find this selection so wonderful. The first 3 minutes are basically a piano solo by Laurie...then he swings into singing. His style is a little unique, but that's part of the charm. Truthfully, I've just about worn the first 3 minutes out! Enjoy!