And the beat goes on…

I was walking into the grocery store the other day and a gentleman sitting outside smoking started serenading me with the chorus from “The Gambler.” Great song, but I’m not really sure why he felt inspired to sing that particular song to me?? Is there some sort of message here that I am not getting?

In general, I am a huge fan of randomly singing in public places. I’ve been known to do it myself.

Often.

In fact, if you ever walk past me in the grocery store you will likely hear me singing to myself. Sometimes, if I have nothing better to do, I like to walk past people and sing without moving my lips. Maybe it’s a bit childish of me, but I find it amusing to see them pause for a moment and briefly glance around, looking for the source of the music.

My one-woman mission to make the life a neverending musical doesn’t just stop at the grocery store. I like to bring it into the workplace, too. My coworkers & clients have gotten used to hearing me sing throughout the day. Whether they enjoy it or just tolerate it, I have no idea. Maybe they have just learned to tune me out. But since I haven’t heard any complaints, I take that as encouragement to keep on singing.

I occasionally hear them sing, too. I don’t know if it is because I have “inspired” them to sing, but since no one else is taking credit for it, I’ll just believe I had a little something to do with it.

Singing has always been a way of life for me. I grew up in a household that enjoyed singing and so it never seemed like an odd thing to do. My dad would come home from work and randomly sing a variety of songs, ranging from Allan Sherman to a song from the Mikado. Songs like the ones you would hear on the old television show “Hee-Haw”, or Little Jimmy Dickens “May the Bird of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose,”, or “The Battle of New Orleans.” He even tossed in a few “original” creations.

Needless to say, my music repertoire includes music from many genres spanning many decades. I’ve passed on some these oldtime “gems” to my children, with the hopes that one day my future grandchildren will come over to visit and I will hear them sing a line or two from Roy Clark’s “Where are You Tonight?” or belt out the high notes of “Oh, Danny Boy.”

There is a song running through my head at all times. I just always hope that it is a song that I know more than two lines of. Or that it is not a song that will be stuck in my head for days. That’s a real nightmare! Once upon a time, I was in a community theater production of Bye Bye Birdie & it took over a month to get one of those songs out of my head.

Back in my college days (the second attempt or, as I like to call it, “Part 2”), I did an entire presentation on why I like singing throughout the day and why everyone else should, too. I even had a PowerPoint to go along with it. My young classmates all stared at me with dropped jaws, perhaps because it was a business class. (btw, my professor loved it — I got an A+).

The whole randomly singing in public started several years ago. I’m not sure why. It might have been to annoy my daughter during her teenage years. Or to shock my husband because I was bored.

In any case, I enjoy it immensely and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon. My goal is to get everyone else to join me.

My husband is not buying into it.

However, I am happy to say my children have.

True story from just a few minutes ago…

My son, who has been having trouble running Minecraft on his laptop the last few weeks, finally figured out the issue & fixed it.

He struck a John Travolta pose & yelled, “That’s awesome! I feel a song coming on…”

And the beat goes on….

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