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Dear Mrs. Manadoo--

I love entertainment. I was performing at a club in a town called Karmiel last Thursday, and although I drove about 3 hours to perform, it was worth it.

I can't think of anything more fun than singing my songs for people and watching them have fun listening and watching.

I was going to tell you about my first song. There's a preamble that you need to hear, though.

I remember that I was in first grade when I first heard the Beatles. It was on channel 44--they had reruns of this Beatles cartoon series that I loved. I found out later that the voices were actors and not the real Beatles, but no matter. The songs were theirs. They showed the lyrics along with this bouncing red ball to help you follow along. I couldn't read so well, though.

I asked my mom to get me a Beatles tape, and she said she would get it for my birthday. She even let me go shopping with her and choose it and then put it away until my birthday. I remember playing it for the first time on one of those little tape recorders with one speaker that say "Solid State" on it that teachers used to play educational tapes in school.

It was the red album--1962-1966. I fell in love with "Please Please Me" immediately. I loved that album. I found out that they wrote their songs themselves, and the idea of writing music was wondrous and magical to me. I was just learning to read and write at that point, and I could comprehend the idea of people making up stories and writing them down, but how do people make up music?

One day on the way home from school, I decided to make up a song. Don't get excited. If you've ever heard a little kid make up a song, you know that the only prospective fans of that song are the kid's adoring parents, and only if they're particularly adoring. What's memorable to me about that moment is the thought that I could make up music out of nowhere.

The next time I tried to write a song I was 16. But wait, I have to tell you about my Bar Mitzvah.

 

 

 


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