| The Creative Expressions of... Bill Vivrett |
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| Updated 12.24.04 |
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| THE BOY WHO INVENTED LIP-SYNCH Page 2 of 2 He started speaking again just as abruptly as he had stopped. �the afternoons before pre-announced evening song fests became final dress rehearsals for me,� he said. �I even worked gestures into my little act. Usually I�d try holding the back of one hand or the other up near the corner of my mouth.� �Can I still remember what songs?� he chided, backing up to a much earlier question. �Of course I can�clear as a bell. There were so many and we got good at all of them. Some were fast. Some were slow, but most were hymns.� �Let�s see there was� - �When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder� - �I�ll Take You Home Again, Kathleen� - �The Little Brown Church In the Vale� - �What A Friend We Have In Jesus� - �Wait Till The Sun Shines, Nellie� - �I Wondered Today To The Hills, Maggie� - �The Old Rugged Cross� and we always gave ourselves an encore with �Whispering Hope�.� �There were other songs too,� he said, �Like��Leaning on the Everlasting Arms�, and �When We All Get To Heaven�.� With that he lapsed into a total silence, sort of a deep mediation and I did the same. After a considerable time had passed and not a word between us, I began to feel that it was late and I should go-but without disturbing him. As I stood up to leave, his eyes snapped open. He leaned forward again, just as before, straight of back and stern of countenance; that steely gaze resurrected. Then his entire appearance was transformed again. His face virtually lit up. He stood, shook my hand vigorously and mused for a moment stroking his chin with his left hand. His eyes twinkled in merriment as he said, �I guess I invented lip-synch.� And he did, too! I know, because he�s my brother. From: Tales of The Heartland Hills By: Bill Vivrett |
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