I have pretty varied taste in music. I mean, with the exception of Zydeco, Bluegrass and Rap (sorry, you three genres), I like virtually every kind of music. EDM (electric dance music) is probably my favorite genre, but I have a soft spot in my heart for torch songs and schmaltzy show tunes. Today I was treated to a great clip on Facebook by a very talented friend playing one of my all-time favorite love songs on the piano. The song is “Till There Was You” from the 1957 musical, The Music Man. My friend Guy’s piano rendition was amazing but I first remember this song from an album my Mom played when I was young – she used to sing along to it as it circled on the record player in my parents’ living room. I didn’t really even understand the words then, but I knew it made my Mom happy to hear it, so I was happy, too.
As I got older – and gay-er, LOL! – I came to appreciate the emotion “schmaltzy show tunes” can evoke, and the truth that comes in two and a half minute doses. Here is the song my Mom used to sing and hum along with, performed by a group she loved as a twenty-seven-year-old housewife and mother.
I’ll be honest – I recognize that the song is kinda’ corny and “drippy” but, sometimes, sweet, sappy songs say it all, and say it best. I’d like to thank Guy for reminding me of this song today and thank him for his beautiful rendition.
I’d like to dedicate this sweet song to my amazing husband, Martin, because – as the lyrics say, “There was love, all around, but I never heard it singing, No I never heard it at all, Till there was you!” I love you, MSW.