A couple days ago I was driving to the office. It was about lunch time and I called ahead to see if anyone wanted me to pick up lunch for them. One of our salespeople, Sue, answered the phone and put me on hold while she checked with everyone. It was a nice afternoon and I turned up the radio while I was on hold. Guilty pleasure song from the 80’s “Karma Chameleon” by Culture Club with flaming lead singer Boy George was playing. I’m a closet car singer so I just started belting it right out.
“Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon! You come and go… You come and go-ooo-oooo-ooooo!”
No stop signs. Nobody looking. No problem.
“Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream! Red, gold, and greeeeen!”
Then, right before the repeat, I realized something. I was STILL ON THE CELLPHONE! My voice fell somewhere to my knees while my hand shot out to turn down the radio volume.
And this is where I realized the universe isn’t always out to get me.
There was still hold music on the cellphone!
Unclench.
Breath.
Hang up (she’d call me back).
And… Continue singing!
“I’m a man without conviction… I’m a man who doesn’t knooooow… How to selllll a contradiction…”
“You come and gooooo…”
“You come and go-ooo!”
Oh yeah! 😉
I have been known to “sing” in the car, especially to Iron Maiden (wide range of octaves & general barritone, unlike Bee Gees, higher than soprano). Kiss and Sting have their qualities too.