If life was your musical

Lately, I’ve been quite curious to know, okay scratch that … it’s been more of an interest than a curiosity.

As a young lad growing up, music always was an integral piece in our house. It sprouted my interests and passions. I was raised with wonderfully old Italian values and traditions, making our fruit and vegetable preserves, finely manufacturing our cured meats, sourcing, and producing our tomato sauces, to finally making a brand of wine that could literally have the potential to drop you where you stood if you decided to overindulge, sipping more than enough.

The next few chapters as a youth watching movies like The Wizard of OZ, Sound of Music or Grease led me to believe that the rest of my life would one giant rehearsal. So here I am back to my initial curiosity.

If you ever decide to create a musical based around your entire life, what songs would you use specifically to portray that story?

I think mine would go something like this…

Part One, Enter Scene 1 … exterior just before sunrise, an Intro to main character.

The thunderous sound of a motorcycle engine revs loudly, roaring like the bladed teeth of a chainsaw slicing deeply into an object. The scene opens with a camera lifting smoothly off a set misty cotton candy mounds, taking flight, soaring like a bird, skimming playfully in and out of the sky’s true sightlines.

It makes a steady descent, becoming immersed beneath the depths of dense cloud cover and eventually travels beyond its border when finally, it splits through and we are blinded by the morning blaze of the sun. Its streaks burn over the horizon as a new day breaks.

The hogs pounding pistons continue to resonate in and out of earshot for a few more moments more before it is muscled out of composition by an eruptions of flexed guitar strings.

The riffing chords suddenly explode into the air and become accompanied by the rich melodic pitch of ivory keys, stimulating our ears catapulting us higher and overloading our senses..

The notes from this inspired musical number ramps us up over the lake and into long extended sheets of glass, as rising skyscrapers and condo’s drape the community found within the city of Toronto.

Swiftly upon us is a steep step off one of the largest free structure on the planet. The camera plummets taking a nosedive, freefalling from the tip of the CN Tower, looping downward around the observation deck and hurtles towards its triangular base then spinning across the retractable rooftop of the Skydome and Mecca that is the Air Canada Centre.

Sparking down onto a lamp post like a bright brilliant blast of fireworks scattered through the sky, burning to a fizzle then crawling inside the insulated cable. The camera then hitches a ride on multiple strands of wire, shipped on waves of electric currents.

The electrical grid charges forward stampeding like wild steads, racing faster by section, by area until it sweeps the region, arriving at a post in a residential location spearing around a nearby transformer, then running along a line into the house where it meets the radio …

Venturing outward like a beacon, the transmission from the radio signal ricochets off all different sources, the antenna, the satellite dish, through the smart television until reaching its conclusive destination arriving at Boom 97.3fm.

We see a blurb of a figure lying in bed, we hear the same blaring sounds shoot out from the speakers of his alarm clock. The tune screams into his psyche, its one he’s heard before, but hasn’t in decades. The message is clear, the lyrics are full, and they ring true.

We’ve come to one pinnacle moment in the song, expressly sung by none other then Meatloaf “I won’t do that” at precisely the exact time the figure lying in the bed, rolls over and says, “Oh yes I will” and slams his hand over the long rectangular snooze button.

“Ahhh” breathing a small sigh of relief … “just a few more minutes then, I’ll get up” he whispered to no one there, wisping us away like a butterfly soaring back up into a set of fluffy clouds drifting into the centre of this mans deep subconscious dreams.