Here is a story about the magic of the internet.
First, for context: Do you remember the read-along books? They came with 45 records, or little red cassette tapes, and you knew it was time to turn the page when you heard the chimes ring like this? I had a bunch — but I had more 45s than cassettes.
Once upon a time, in nineteenmumblemumble, mom and I drove from Sacramento, CA, to Phoenix, AZ. 750ish miles, 12 or so hours, straight through. We were in a mud-brown old rambler station wagon with no A/C, but we had to keep the vents open and blowing so it didn’t overheat.¹ And it had a radio with no tape player, so we kept a boom box on the front floorboard to play cassettes.
True story: Every Friday in kindergarten, we’d all file into the auditorium for Sing. We’d sit indian-style on the floor, with the first graders behind us, and the second graders behind them, and the third graders behind them, and the super amazingly cool fourth graders all the way at the back. Fifth and sixth graders were so old and in just a totally different realm and they didn’t do Sing. They were probably studying advanced thermodynamics or something.
Anyway, Sing was an hour were the principle gave a few announcements, and then the music teacher would take requests of pretty much all the Summer camp songs ever sung. There was an overhead projector pointed at a massive pull down screen at the front so that us new kids would know the words, and come the holidays there were seasonal variations (“John Brown’s Body” to the tune of “Little Peter Rabbit” for Hallowe’en, “Turkey in the Fridge” for Thanksgiving, all the xmas songs, etc). But by and far, the favorite song of pretty much everyone in the entire school (I mean, probably even the 5th and 6th graders, even though they’d moved on) was the Titanic Song.¹