I’m just wondering how you get into the business of singing lullabies. And that’s not a euphemism for motherhood. I mean, how do you get into the business of recording lullabies for other people’s children to fall asleep to? I suppose it takes a love for sleeping children, a desire to play dreamy, sleep-inducing music, and some cheesy lyrics to want to do that.
I’m transferring all my cassette tapes to MP3 format just in case something happens to my cassettes. Part of the process includes listening while the tape transfers onto the computer, so I’m fighting sleep as I type this. I just finished reading Brave New World, so naturally I instantly think that’s my conditioned response.
Either this tape has slightly warped, or this woman perpetually sings flat. I think it’s the former.
I remember playing these tapes when I went to sleep. They worked – I hardly ever heard the click that indicated the end of the tape. Granted, that was a simpler time of life where there wasn’t much to think about when I went to bed other than my exciting day and the one to come when I woke the next morning. Funny, I’m getting to the end of the tape, and though I’m pretty sure I’ve heard this song before, it isn’t as familiar as the other ones. This must be past the point when I usually fell asleep.
I have a better lullaby tape than this. Actually, two. (Joel, if you’re reading this, Joel-a-bies are DEFINITELY included in that) The other one had James Taylor, the Carpenters, Emmylou Harris,Aretha Franklin, Hall & Oates, and other greats on it. I feel so young, listening to this. If we can’t ever successfully travel in time, this will be the next best thing to get back to my childhood.
It’s telling me to close my eyes and dream now. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close your eyes and dream. Like it’s a last-ditch effort at getting the kid to sleep. It’s the last track, so if the rest of it hasn’t worked, this soothing admonition to go to sleep will do the trick.
Please excuse me while I obey.