My older brother and sister are as integral to my musical education and memory as my parents. In fact, it’s not a leap to suggest that much of my personality was formed by my early musical influences courtesy of my siblings. Which might explain a lot.
From left: me, my sister and my cousin, circa 1978.
I’m going to visit my sister tomorrow. In light of this, I burned a CD with some of our childhood favorites which includes Maxine Nightingale, Michael Jackson, Olivia Newton-John and Donna Summer. (Kindly contain your jealousy. Asked nicely, I might just burn a copy for you.)
Below is a little something written in honor of my sister who still insists I only exist because she wished for me on her fourth birthday.
Wishes are for sisters and stars
Wishes are made of dust
And so was I
A birthday wish come true
You picked my name
Brought me to school as show and tell
Pencils and brushes made good microphones
For duets with Captain Fantastic
A hundred near-misses
Almost down the laundry chute
Because it looked like Alice’s rabbit hole
My life spent running
To catch up with you
Little sisters get left behind You can’t come
You’re too little Baby
Big sisters swagger
They’re the bosses
The sheriffs of your town Hold your sister’s hand
Watch your sister
Indian burns, piggyback rides
Kickball and fireflies
Kicks under tables Stop looking at me
Doomed and blessed right from the start
How do you love your sister?