It turns out that creating a playlist dedicated to the Count is more difficult than I expected. Within my sphere of knowledge, there are not a lot of counting songs (outside of the children's music genre), and it seems that I don't own much of what is available.
|Who can resist a counter?|
I do have a delightful version of 3.14 which is sung by someone from Cowboy Beebop. I wish I could remember where I got it. A young girl sings the digits of pi in Japanese for a bit and then she sings them in English. It's an oddly relaxing song. Not many other songs in my iTunes happen to be related to our cape wearing friend.
So thinking about a counting playlist led me to Sesame Street, and I found myself on the Sesame Street site. What other website would an adult woman peruse at 8:30 p.m. on a Friday night? It's so much fun! There are pictures of Sesame Street characters that chime when you mouse over them. Unfortunately, the Count isn't one of them. So I went to the printable coloring pages. Would you believe that even on the counting pages coloring pages, I had to go all the way to number 13 to find the Count? Is it possible that today's youth don't adore the Count? Is it possible that I'm old enough to refer to today's youth with shock in my voice (or in my fingertips)?
|1965 I am not going to tell you who is Big Bird and who is Mr. Snuffleupagus. I have no idea who the dog is.|
I was actually an Oscar fan with a slight leaning toward Mr. Snuffleupagus, but we're talking about the Count. Is he still on the show? Is it still loved?
And while we're at it, did you know that Mr. Snuffleupagus is now chummy with everybody? His charm was that he was only Big Bird's friend, and we never knew if he was Big Bird's imaginary friend or if he was real. Of course, 5 year old me knew he was real regardless of what others thought. Now everyone knows he's real - his magic's gone.
I haven't watched Sesame Street in a few decades. Does it still have magic for you or your children when Mr. Snuffleupagus can speak? I understand that he became real because folks were worried that if children had a secret bad thing in their lives, then adults wouldn't believe them.
I was a lucky child; I knew the only things my parents wouldn't believe me about were the things my sister blamed on me (we were both adorable, but she had a pixie hair cut - who can resist a wee little brown haired girl with a pixie cut?). Perhaps it's for the best? What do you think? I mean, change is good - we don't want a stagnating world where change doesn't occur, but dude, when I go home, it's all changed. Now even my memories are being pulled apart!
So there's no Count playlist, no mystery in the mammoth-like creature, and I'm perusing the Sesame Street website in the middle of the night. Thankfully it's interesting and I'm easily amused.
This post was brought to you by a cheap riesling and the number nine. Don't judge - TJ's lists it as one of their best wines in the under $5 category. Seriously, it's $4.99 and they think of that as under $5. Hah! Taxes are about 9%, I paid pennies over $5 for this wine. I'm looking for the Count on a Friday night. I obviously know my numbers!