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Got a sore throat yesterday….and this morning, I sound like this chick. Or Larry King, who provided the voice. Whichever you prefer. But I like the image of Doris the Barmaid better.
Ever hear a song that you love, but can’t figure out what it is? This happens to me all the time. Apple commercials (thank goodness they now list those on iTunes), Dove body wash commercials, CVS Pharmacy commercials, etc. I can usually Google it and satisfy the itch.
Enter the epic-movie-battle-scene-song. That’s what Michael and I have always called it – and, being married to a man with a penchant for ancient-epic-bloody-battle films, I’ve seen my fair share. This lovely, tragic sounding, full orchestral, choral piece has always eluded us. It just bugs me to no end that we can’t figure it out.
Thank you, Gatorade, for including it in your newest Kevin Garnett ad. Because tonight, we saw the ad, recognized the song, and couldn’t remember exactly in which ancient-epic-bloody-battle-film it’s appeared. A quick Google search (“Kevin Garnett Gatorade commerical song”), and not only did I find the tune (“O Fortuna” by Carl Orff, from Carmina Burana), but apparently it was also in King Arthur. Well, lookie there. We even own the flick. For ninety-nine cents, I can guarantee you this song will soon be playing on his iPod, in the car, and blaring through the duplex anytime Michael needs to feel victorious or vindicated. Yippee, skippy.
Feels so good to scratch that corny itch!
Listening to: Sarah Maclachlan’s Afterglow. It’s about right where I’m at today. I’m belting out the lyrics while I make the kids’ lunch. Heartbreaking, humbling, hopeful. Hope the neighbors don’t hear me.
Humble pie is hard to swallow. Thank the good Lord that it goes down a little easier with a tall glass of grace. And that it’s available by the pitcher, always sitting on the table, poured by Someone with great mercy for me. Otherwise, I might choke. I’m sitting at that table today, knock-kneed legs dangling from the chair. Tie the napkin ’round my neck.
