It is All Souls Day today, which
means I have to wait 364 days until I get to wear a slightly stupid, homemade
costume and be someone I am not. This
year for Halloween I was Carmen Miranda, a singer and dancer from the 1030’s. You might remember her as the Chiquita banana
girl. Fake grapes and a real banana
adorned my hair. With my grandmother’s
mink stole around my shoulders, I sang Chica Chica Boom Chica to my piano and
voice students. And I laughed. And they laughed. The only people who recognized me were all
over 60. Same with my Elvis costume a
few years back. I like to live in the
past on Halloween.
Last weekend I read tarot at a party
and an 11 year old voice student of mine asked to have her palm read. After we finished, she expressed the typical
preteen embarrassment that comes with having a dad.
“He’s old,” she said. “He likes old movies and old songs.”
“That’s not old. That’s called a throwback,” I told her.
When she saw me in my costume on
Thursday and I explained who I was, she hollered, “A throwback!”
Time travelling isn’t just for
psychics. You can do it at Christmas or
any time of the year. Grab a memory, play
some old songs and throw yourself back.
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