Earth, Wind, and Fire -- "September"
The first thing I think of when I hear this song is, unfortunately, aging white men on the dance floor at a wedding party making fools of themselves while their daughters make official the act of leaving home for good. It seems like this has happened at just about every wedding I've ever been to.
Someone came along several years ago to rescue this song from the limited associations it had for me. I was taking an acting class, and the professor made us warm up every day to this song. She made us dance. Maybe I looked like the aging white man I would someday become, but that didn't matter. There's something irreprochable about falsetto, a kind of freedom: a man licensed to sound like a woman, a stiff-boned white man licensed to dance. If a song can do that for you, I guess it's got to be a good thing.
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