Halloween Letdown

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.