My mom was flipping through stations (strange because she usually just listens to kroq). She found an old song and started to hum. I paused my ipod, the song sounded oddly familiar...Pearl Jam's cover of Frank and the Cavalier's "Last Kiss" floated out of the radio.........she sang along in her whispy alto. When my mom sings i forget about her speaking voice...it has a tendency to scrape the ear drum, not, particualry, because it sounds grating but...it's always an octave louder than necessary. But when she's singing i forget about the volume and the nagging...i imagine she's only singing to me.
what if you could choose the last thing you heard, saw, smelled, felt or tasted before you died...I realized her voice is the last thing i want to hear before i die...her imperfect version of shoo, fly, shoo preferably...
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that song has a lot of random connections doesn't it?..haha
if you die on death row, you get to choose your last meal...
vinny loves momma
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