...goofy, perhaps, or at least a tad uninhibited. John Rutter's "Donkey Carol" has a knack for finding me. I'm pretty certain that it's the carol I've heard most on our former Classical station, KFUO, and our current one, K297BI (Classic 107.3.) Usually, it's the Clare College Choir And Orchestra version under Rutter's direction that's played. There's a lighthearted warmth to it that I've always liked, and I have yet to hear it on any other station. When Classic 107.3 played it this morning, I started singing along--and realized that I don't know the majority of the lyrics. That didn't stop me, however, from substituting "La, la, la, la, la, la" when necessary. When my cat bit my hand, I sang, "Don't bite my hand, Collette," in rhythm without missing a beat.
Following "Donkey Carol," the station played Mannheim Steamroller's version of "Bring A Torch, Jeannette, Isabella." Despite its gentle melody played on the flute at a slower tempo than usual, Collette worked herself into a frenzy. She attacked her scratching post, kicked her back legs maniacally, and started clutching her Cat Dancer toy for dear life. It amused me to see such a manic display of incongruous lunacy.
Perhaps Collette wouldn't be the best music therapist. It's refreshing for me to know, though, that both of us are comfortable embracing our goofy selves on Christmas Eve.
