Another "Bucket List" item for me is to "dance like nobody's watching". Only problem is, I can't. I want to but my feet won't move. I've gotten in the mirror and shuffled back and forth but the thought of even "me" watching me dance makes me want to pick up the carpet and crawl under for all eternity. Just like my singing, when I'm in my head I'm graceful, smooth, daring as I look people in they eye. They always break contact first of course because I'm killing it. Strangers marvel at my footwork/gyration combos. All of this with a mischievious smirk.
Delusion. I must get out more. O_o
Rantings, jokes, sarcasm at its best and a whole lot of other things all while smiling through perfect teeth.
Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Singing Is My Secret Super Power
Okay, so... I sing. Not something I think I am the best at in the world, but it is something I do well. I'm nobody's Macy Gray (and nor do I want to be... no offense to her fans just not my idea of good sangin'. I was being facetious). I do okay for what I do. But I have yet been able to define my actual genre. Its a mix of soul, gospel, jazz, country, r&b, folk, pins and needles and spaghetti. Those last two were random but somehow fit. Now people often tell me I'm wonderful, but those are all people that love me, are blood related, have known me for years,etc. So, it is difficult for me to believe them sometimes. I have myself at times "encouraged" some not so great singers to "keep on going", or let them know that they "touched my heart". A loose interpretation of those words are "yes you were howling at the moon but I love you anyway". Just once I would like to see what other people see when I'm up there pouring my heart out in the mic.
I'm shy. But when I'm alone I feel that my vocal chords are an instrument that can fight the crimes of the soul. That's why I think its my secret super power. Is that wierd? Pompous? Yeah, I'm not really sure either. But in my car driving... through Vasco Road ... windmills on either side... country road and mountains on the way to my 9 to 5... I sing my most fearless songs. I belt out notes I'm scared to sing in public. Passionate purrs. I sing sexy songs. I sing silly songs. I sing power ballads. In my car... my songs will melt a man's heart or empower that "not so pretty chick" to get the guy. I dance sensually, freely and because I can. Mind you... the dancing is only chair dancing because I'm in my car. But dancing nonetheless. My singing pulls that stressed out mother of 3 with no money or resources off of the edge of her window sill. My songs provide her hope. They let her know that she can make it another day. That "it" (whatever "it" is) will get better.
My singing can change the world. If I would let it. Hmmm.... something I'll continue to ponder as I stay in my little box... called a comfort zone. Rockin' the Clark Kent prescriptions and my imaginary business suit as I put along in my car down the highway.
What's your secret super power?
I'm shy. But when I'm alone I feel that my vocal chords are an instrument that can fight the crimes of the soul. That's why I think its my secret super power. Is that wierd? Pompous? Yeah, I'm not really sure either. But in my car driving... through Vasco Road ... windmills on either side... country road and mountains on the way to my 9 to 5... I sing my most fearless songs. I belt out notes I'm scared to sing in public. Passionate purrs. I sing sexy songs. I sing silly songs. I sing power ballads. In my car... my songs will melt a man's heart or empower that "not so pretty chick" to get the guy. I dance sensually, freely and because I can. Mind you... the dancing is only chair dancing because I'm in my car. But dancing nonetheless. My singing pulls that stressed out mother of 3 with no money or resources off of the edge of her window sill. My songs provide her hope. They let her know that she can make it another day. That "it" (whatever "it" is) will get better.
My singing can change the world. If I would let it. Hmmm.... something I'll continue to ponder as I stay in my little box... called a comfort zone. Rockin' the Clark Kent prescriptions and my imaginary business suit as I put along in my car down the highway.
What's your secret super power?
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