Many a kitchen spatula has transformed seamlessly between practical household utensil to dynamic, silver microphone as supper gets served up with a show tune.
I enjoy putting on a concert as I drive, much to the bemusement of my fellow motorists. It is especially fun to get caught at a stoplight in full Susan Tedeschi mode just in time to catch the horrified faces of the drivers next to me. They point and laugh when I am a hair band with my windows down, music up and armed with my air-mic - I have seen a million stoplights, and I have rocked them all!
Since I have no fear of dispensing my vocal stylings to strangers, you can imagine what my coworkers, friends and family endure. I have seen the evolution of expression from "Sweet Mother of GOD is someone hurting her?!" to "Just don't make eye contact with it or it will keep singing!" But I never let the blatant mocking stop me. Clearly what people are really saying is "Yes, Please!"
I remember once driving with my sister in upstate New York. A Heart song came on the radio, very retro and not a song either of us would have on our players. We both started to sing meekly to ourselves. The soft singing gave way to loud singing which led to the use of some make believe instruments we happened to have lying around the car (like we all do.) Our concert culminated with lead vocals, backup vocals, drums and air guitar, which incidentally is a challenge to do in a compact car. I mean the simultaneous guitar riff and kick combo? But we didn’t let that stop us. We sang it yet didn’t really play it like it meant something. We. Were. Rock stars!
I like to finish many of my songs with the Vegas style smile, wink and point to the invisible audience member crazed for my musical genius. "Hi there" I imagine. "Hey - you look great over there, thanks for coming!" I feel confidant I have the lounge singer mastered!
OH! And you should see my inner Cher!
Good Things~
Good to read that you still sing - everytime I hear Juice Newton, I think of you. LOL
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