I can sing —
“Sing, sing a song, sing out loud, sing out strong!
Sing of good things not bad, sing of happy not sad. Just sing, sing a song, make it simple to last your whole life long! Don’t worry that its not good enough for anyone else to hear, just sing, sing a song.”
— but I fall into the “not good enough for anyone else to hear” category.
Today at work my colleague told me: “In my house, we have a rule that you have to know the words to the song you are singing. You can’t sing one line over and over.” (A good rule perhaps if there are children in the home, but there are no kids on our office…and it’s not like he could give me a time-out.)
His office is next to mine, and I think he was getting sick of my one-lined rendition of Man or Muppet. Not that I stopped — right away. But his point was taken.
The trouble is I only know all the words to camp songs, which I also enjoy singing, but sometimes I like to branch out.
My musical mood continued all the way home. No, not Muppet music. Meatloaf, Bruce Springsteen, Human League and the Divinyls among a few others.
The playlist: “Christine’s Walking Songs”. But you know, they could just as easily be “Christine’s Working Songs”.
Be warned colleagues.