"What do you mean, amend that to add 'Sing well'? Are you implying that I don't sing well? (Insert withering eye-roll here) Really?" — Cat Con, when approached by a quickly retreating editorial board.
What we're singing most lately is I Dreamed A Dream from Les Miserables.
Able to get through it four or more times during traffic-jammed commute without tears? Finally.
Able to do the above without giving a thought as to what anyone around us thinks? Puh-lease. Give us a hard one.
Able to do all of the above and appreciate both its apparent applicability and simultaneous lack of same? Check.
"I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame.
And still I dreamed he'd come for me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather —
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed ...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed."
So Cat Con and I do what we always do. When we're challenged. When we're confused. When we're sad. When we're happy. When we're wondering. And especially when we're figuring it all out.
©1980 CLAUD-MICHEL SCHOENBURG (MUSIC); ALAIN BOUBLIL (LYRICS); HERBERT KRETZMER (ENGLISH TRANSLATION FROM FRENCH) Any errors are wholly mine and, by no means, any responsibilty of Cat Con's.