Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Sing a Song of Six Pence

Yesterday I started warming up my voice to practice a song for an upcoming performance. Immediately Jackson took his hand and threw it up in the air and did a "high sigh." I nearly died. For non-vocal people, a high sigh is exactly that--sighing high to warm up the vocal cords. The funny part was I hadn't even done a "high sigh" yet, but he knew that was an important part of vocal warmups.

Jackson is becoming more vocal with his own singing voice lately. He mostly focuses on figuring out how to say the lyrics of his favorite songs, so most of his songs are a-tonal, but that sure doesn't matter to a voice teacher!

Amazingly, the ABC song--which has no actions--has become one of his favorites (up there with Popcorn Popping and The Wheels on the Bus). When we sang it before nap time this afternoon, he produced some kind of sound with every letter, so I grabbed the iPod and tried to record it, and this is what we got:

Certainly not school ready, and a bit distracted by his own face, but not bad!

A few weeks ago we also caught his composition skills hard at work. (Don't mind Mark's interjection mid-video.)

I love his concentration at the beginning. So careful!

He's also fallen in love with nursery rhymes lately, and especially loves G'ma Brown's book she gave him called Animal Nursery Rhymes. It's full a ton of rhymes I've never heard before, and it's hit home the British nature of most of our nursery rhymes. These are my 2 favorite:

(Note--this one must be said with an Irish accent,
think Lucky Charms to get you in the mood)

On the first of March,
The crows begin to search,
By the first of April,
They are sitting still;
By the first of May,
They’re all flown away;
rowing greedy back again,
With October’s wind and rain.

I think I only like it because it requires the Irish accent. Otherwise its lyrics are as silly as most nursery rhymes. Most excluding this awesome one. Enjoy the brilliance in these words:

There was a little guinea-pig,
Who, being little, was not big;
He always walked upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.

When from a place he run away,
He never at the place did stay;
And while he run, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still for young or old.

He often squeaked, and sometimes violent,
And when he squeaked he ne'er was silent.
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.

One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim and fairly died;
And as I am told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.

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