But what would I sing? When I think back to me singing, my first thought is hymns. I used to love singing in church for some strange reason, Christmas carols in particular – The Three Kings will still bring a tear to my eye today. But you can’t do karaoke carols, can you?I do have this clear as day image of racing onto the dance floor, aged 18, every time Gloria Gaynor came on. I will survive. Now there’s a song and a half. Young, passionate, desperate, with skin so thin it ripped at the slightest scratch, I’d dance and sing my heart out to that; in my skin-tight red jeans and Oxfam “vintage” spiky heels; fuelled by Southern Comfort and heartbreak.
But since then? No, not really. I sing in private though, all the time. When I’m driving alone I let down the windows, turn the volume up high high high and belt out all sorts. When I’m walking in the woods, with my iPod stuck in my ears, I am wont to sing along to Kate Bush’s Lily (which sends shivers down my spine) – complete with arm actions – it’s a fecking good job I don’t meet anyone or I'd be typing this from a padded room. And no, I can't sing that high.
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But now? Hmm. I rather like the sound of Rock Band for Xbox – might have to investigate that. And, while my general musical inclinations lie with rock, nowadays I do most of my lip-syncing to Zumba dance tracks… So, I guess it would have to be this.. and yeah, I can do all the voices!
Now then. Who do I tag?
Milla (if she says The Smiths I will strangle her).
So girls...hmm, all girls...funny that. Okay, my lovelies - get to it!
btw, Gloria is dedicated to a very lovely friend in particular who will survive...and to all of you really - because we will, we do, of course we do...