It's going viral, and The Green Pen joyfully joins the contagion. I cried "the day the music died" (how many of you are old enough to remember that?), and I cried watching The Grand Rapids LipDub.
A heartland American community, Grand Rapids, Michigan, comes together in harmony and joy to remind us what community means and what America can be and, deep down, is. That's the America that, according to the Cherokee legend, is to be nourished and flourished.
Deep gratitude to Mike Marthaller for passing this virus on to me.
I also thought this was a wonderful video, and couldn't help,but smile as I watched it on tv.
ReplyDeleteIt shows the resilience and willingness to come together when times are tough, and to do it in a way that inspires rather than pander for sympathy.
This is one community I have no doubt will survive, and come out of it stronger and better then ever.
And yes, I remembered every single word like it was yesterday!
(it was yesterday, wasn't it? Allow me a (senior) moment...)
Maybe the day before yesterday, Ellen. Yes, I know all about senior moments and think I've had many of them -- can't remember for sure.
ReplyDeleteActually, I was referring not to the words of the song but to "the day the music died" itself, that is, the event that the song was written about: the day in the late 50s that a single plane crash took the lives of Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and The Big Bopper. The day the music died (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Day_the_Music_Died).