If you don’t know me, or if you’ve never been in the bar when I’m working, you probably don’t know that I’m one of those people who just breaks into song occasionally. I like to think, however, that I’m not one of those people who do so obnoxiously.
You know what I mean; typically, there’s a close overlay between people who just occasionally break into song and people who just occasionally need a good smack in the face. I think I differ from those people in that, while I do break into song, I don’t take it too seriously. Yes, I take music seriously, music is never anything but serious for me, but I don’t take myself or my singing too seriously.
I’ve been asked so many times over the years why I sing the way I do, and having been so asked, I have tried to figure out why I do; it is not a question I ever would have thought to ask, if someone else hadn’t asked it.
The first reason I came up is that a song, in a certain situation when life might not be going all too great, is a more pleasant thing to fill my brain with than worrisome thoughts. I’ve also discovered that sometimes I begin singing a certain song because of something I hear someone say. For example, I might hear someone say a phrase that appears in a song and begin singing that song at that phrase.
I’ve also found that sometimes I just like the song that’s playing in my head better than the one that’s currently playing on the music in the bar. (By the way, the bar is pretty much the only place where I break into song spontaneously.)
I’ve come to the conclusion, however, that the main reason I sing is that God is an atom, musical waves are made of atoms, and I am made of atoms; therefore, music, or anything that is sctructured on waves or rays, is where I commune with God and bring myself closer to what I would have been, if not for Eden’s stain.
So, they might be crazy thoughts, but they’re mine. They’re God’s too, I think.
I LOVE when you sing at the bar! In fact, I believe Rob and I have joined you for a few. Singing spontaneously shows you the happy person inside of you. Keep singing!
Hey, Jen honey, thanks for stopping in and thanks for the comment. I’ll be there late all weekend, if you can make it in.
Nice reasoning but you forgot that sometimes you just gotta rock out!
Indeed. Sometimes you just gotta.
Unskinny bop bop bop bop
I wasn’t sure if that would actually work since I am so computer challenged. (As if the computer knows what I don’t. :)) I do enjoy your blog and hope you are all well. Love you.
Love you, too, girl. Thanks for reading.
Hey, bro. I used to want to smack you in the face every once in a while, but I promise it wasn’t for singing.I enjoy reading your thoughts.
Yeah, I’d like to smack that dude around too.
That too
That’s kinda deep! How about you just like to sing and if people don’t like it…then they can go to Olive Garden 😜