Yesterday, when I was mad/angry/furious, I wrote a new song entitled “I’m Mad About You.”
I’m mad/crazy/nuts about jazz standards and I hope I have the mad/superior/unexpected skills to evoke that musical sound in my latest original tune.
Are you mad about my opening and ending lyrics?
I’m mad about you.
You make me feel blue.
You make me so angry.
And that isn’t new.
I’m wish I could disappear you.
Never hear or be near you.
Oy, oh boy, the joy to be rid of you.
Because I’m mad, not glad, not sad, just mad about you.
© Ann Koplow 2018
Are you mad about any of my many photos from yesterday, when my madly loved Michael and I visited the Adams National Historical Park and downtown Quincy, Massachusetts, USA?
If you were particularly mad about any of those smaller photos, please click to enlarge.
Did you notice any of the mad connections among those photos, like this one?
I’m mad about the music and singer of this jazz standard and I’m madly thinking about the lyrics.
I’m mad about my readers and hope to get some mad comments on this post.
Mad gratitude to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.