I met with Ruth this evening and we recorded 9 little ditties for her Mom-O-Gram fundraiser for her Breast Cancer 3-Day Walk. The video footage is great, as I had only rough ideas when I left the school at 4:50 or so, and only added the e-mail she'd sent me after our brainstorming meeting where we figured out what tunes to put with the different categories of Singling Telegrams (Working Mom, Soccer Mom, Mr. Mom, etc.) when I stopped by my house to find something halfway suitable to wear for the video shoot (I went with the 1980s Student Council Guy look, as my tux was in no way ready to wear). It's not TOO obvious that the songs aren't super-familiar to me.
I left my house around 5:15 or so, and on the 45 minutes (or was it an hour) trip, I managed to create five or six songs. Luckily traffic was awful, so I had plenty of time to quickly write a line before traffic moved again.
Then, at Ruth's, I whipped up the remaining three or four songs.
Ruth's reaction to me doing this leads me to believe this isn't something large amounts of people do--or maybe enough people don't do it well and thus it seems impressive when someone does it at least relatively well.
I am cursed or blessed with a rhyming and somewhat rhythmic-oriented brain. I can't hear a "doo dah" without proclaiming it to be a "doo dah" and then singing it to the tune of the opening of Camptown Races. Maybe that's what it is.
I don't know. It's odd. And as far as gifts go, what's the point? I mean, other than writing Mom-O-Gram ditties for your sister's fundraiser.
Anyway, that was my evening. I got a free meal out of it (thanks, Ruth--forgot to say that before I left), and now we have funny footage of me acting like going all mushmouth over whole phrases will work as a way to cover the fact I've forgotten the words.
I'm off to bed to watch Lost, and then try to sleep. Tomorrow I cook for TNT!