“It’s like flying. It’s like being free to soar. It’s
challenging-going from one note to the next and one phrase to the next. You
have to negotiate it. You have to know how to get there. They [notes] are like
stepping stones and you have to hop, like crossing over a stream. It’s a
beautiful feeling,” said Scaggs. “It resonates inside of you and it satisfies
your musical perceptions. It’s just like flying. That’s the closest thing I can
think of.”
Sometimes, I worry that I lost touch with the thrill of
singing over time. Then my wife steps in and tells me how happy she is that
Owen goes singing through his own days.
“He does that now, too,” she recently said. “You know he
got that from you, right?”
Sometimes, when I am cutting Owen’s hair or getting him
ready to go out, I will notice our songs clashing. We’ll be in a room together
and slip into autopilot mode. We’ll both get lost in our heads and that is when
our mouths open and melodies come out. They echo off the walls and make their
way back to us, reminding us where we are.
Sometimes, our songs don’t clash and we will sing
together while brushing our teeth or washing our hands. My feelings are coming
alive once again thanks to him.
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