I absolutely love to sing. I’m not very good at it, but that has never stopped me. I sing hymns and hell-raising songs. I will lift up fantastically arranged songs from my favorite musical, or make up a song on the spot. I love to sing.
Anyway, I recently changed my wake up song from Nina Simone’s “Feeling Good” to “Come Alive” from the Greatest Shownan Soundtrack. (I’m on a bit of a Broadway kick. I’m on my way to learning every song from the Hamilton and Dear Evan Hanson soundtracks.) the change was mainly because I needed something more upbeat to drag me out of bed at 4:30am. I love Ms. Nina, but her lyrics were basically saying to me that I’m as awesome as some of the mysteries of the universe, while Hugh Jackman and cast are inspiring me to go discover more hidden treasures of the universe. It’s a matter of motivation, not musicality.
Anyway, I purposely put my Pandora station on shuffle every morning when I get to work. It sets my tone for the rest of the day. If the first song is pulled from one my many gospel stations, you can probably bet, i’ll Spend the entire day listening to sermons. If by chance that first song is pulled from one of the few hip-hop artists on my list, you can almost guarantee that I will be acting a fool all day. (You try waking up to Hay by Crucial Conflict and see how you act the rest of the day.)
One of first hymns I learned to pluck out on my piano was “Holy, Holy, Holy”. It is also the first hymn of your National Baptist Hymnal if you’re old school. One of the lines says “Early in the morning, my song shall rise to thee.” While all my music ain’t holy, it is all a gift.
So I’m going to keep singing, whether y’all like it or not.
Here’s this morning’s song, dedicated to each of you: