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Rainbow Connection

 Am I alone in this or am I correct that every choir in the 80s was obligated to own the sheet music to Rainbow Connection?
When I saw this beautiful rainbow over the corn field last week, I immediately heard the opening bars to the Muppet Movie and saw Kermit sitting in his swamp. Of course, my pop culture challenged and musically agnostic Husband knew nothing of it.

Along with E.T.,  Back to the Future, Ghost Busters and Goonies, I'm adding the Muppet Movie to the list of movies I want my kids to see. If nothing else, they'll know what I'm talking about when I say phone home and who ya gonna call. Maybe next rainbow, we'll sing it together: Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me.


  1. Jennifer StebbinsJuly 13, 2010

    We sang it senior year in chorus for our Spring concert! My (much younger) sister watched the movie so often she knew all the words before she was 3 yrs old. Of course she sang "the nubbers, the dweamers and me!"


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