Hats off to people who sing...
Today when I stole the towels off the housekeeping cart I heard the housekeeper singing. This made me smile. "Whistle while you work..."
At breakfast in the hotel lobby I noticed the "bus boy" was singing a quiet tune with an occasional drum solo on the table he was clearing.
Walking to the "lord in the attic" museum several bicyclist sped by belting out Broadway or some un recognizable Dutch song.
We visited an outdoor flea market full of vinyl, 45's, CDs And cassettes.
Oh and if you are wondering where 8 tracks went to die...its Amsterdam. I've confirmed it.
Heard some patsy cline, some loving spoonful and boy George coming from behind those kiosks...
I started thinking about people who always have a song at the ready...wanting to escape from their lips...My brother Terry is a happy song man and he's not ashamed to change the lyrics to improve a song either.
My friend Troy sang "suddenly Seymore" until "red solo cup" found its way into his musical soundtrack...a happy heart always has a soundtrack...
I was aware of the singers, the whistlers and the rewriters of lyrics today in Amsterdam...
I found myself amongst the music of joyful hearts. Feeling lucky to hear their songs...
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