One of the things that happens at Disney is music. Everywhere you go there’s music playing…like you’re in a movie. And that’s just what it’s supposed to be like. I know because the guy driving the boat that takes us from the Wilderness Lodge, where we’re staying, to The Magic Kingdom told us that’s why they have music everywhere. Walt wanted us to feel like we were in a movie.
And the music is big. You know, big movie music. Like from the old westerns, especially at the Wilderness Lodge, because that’s the theme of the Wilderness Lodge. The old west, romanticized and Disneyfied, of course.
So we get in the elevator and it’s like something wonderful just happened because the music is there with us and it’s sounding like Ta Da! And we walk to the bus, that takes us to Animal Kingdom and there’s the music making me feel like I’m driving cattle with John Wayne in a black and white movie. And we go to the Whispering Canyon Cafe for breakfast and the music is quiet and brooding and I know it’s leading up to something big. And then, I go to the bathroom. And yes, honestly, the music follows me. And suddenly I realize I don’t want my life to be a movie. I want to be in that stall alone. But this is Disney and the music is everywhere. And I can’t help but think about the timing. The slow roll to the big Ta!Da! and how it will all work out in the movie. So I flush the toilet and the big clouds roll through the endless sky on the lonesome prairie as the Swiss family Robinson rides off in their wagon after having dinner with the friendly indians. Or something like that.