I was thinking as I was jogging (okay, mostly walking) today that I don’t have any of those nifty musical gadgets that most of California’s population 8 and up seem to have. You know those handy things that you can download music onto? 8-track player? No, that’s not right – no, the little ones with the names out of Star Wars – Ipod, Mp3.
I’m behind on music technology. This is weird considering my love for music, but isn’t weird considering my lack of finances. I started visualizing my walking routine with one of those Nano’s and decided it is probably a good thing I don’t have one. I would just make a fool out of myself. You see, I sing when I listen to music. Not the pleasant-hum-along kind of singing either. No, I sing loudly—all parts—while I bang my steering wheel for my drums and tap my fingers for the horns. I’m the lead singer, lead guitarist and back-up and it isn’t pretty. I’ve occasionally looked to my left or right at a stoplight to see someone laughing hysterically at me. One time when I was in Spain, I looked to my right while waiting at a red light only to see an entire construction crew mimicking me and laughing. I was embarrassed for at least a day or two — and then started singing again.
My sister said after my first trip to Disneyland, when I was around five, I sang “It’s a Small World After All” for months. I know that must have been incredibly annoying because my three kids like to sing loudly–very loudly. It gets frustrating because sometimes I can’t hear myself sing because they are singing so loudly. So, I guess it is better for the world that I don’t have one of those Star Wars musical gadgets. It’s my contribution to world peace.