No, no. I'm not just being modest.
I really wish I could sing. I was a total theater geek in high school. I loved performing. (I think that's why I chose the career path I did--most of the time I feel like I'm an actress playing a professor). I always wanted to do musical theater, but I just don't have an ear for music. I can't carry a tune. I have no sense of tone or pitch--except enough to know that I can't hit a note.
My brain is just not musically wired.
It's really unfortunate, because not only did this lack of talent prevent me from being a musical sensation of Lady Gaga or Taylor Swift proportions, it also means that I pretty much suck at karaoke. And I love karaoke!
Despite knowing the limitations of my talent, I still long for the spotlight of karaoke night. In order to overcome
Since I no longer find the hangover to be worth the indulgence, and our evenings spent in karaoke bars these are few and far between (read: nonexistent), we have not done our "Total Eclipse of the Heart" duet since about 2007 (not counting all the times we've sung it to ourselves/each other in the car). (I'm not sure I've had a vodka tonic since then either, come to think of it...) It's true that our voices are not exactly melodious instruments, but I like to think that I can wow the crowd with an emotional delivery that makes up for the utter lack of talent.
Obviously there are many reasons I have no business going out and singing karaoke. And yet this lack of creative expression seems to have left a gap in my life! So you can imagine my delight when I discovered that I have a newly appreciative audience right in my own home.
This morning Zuzu was sitting in her lobster chair and getting a little fussy as I folded laundry. So I started singing for her. (A fabulous take on Bob Dylan's "Forever Young," if you're wondering--I used my cup with a drinking straw as my microphone.) And this is the response I got:
|Encore, Mommy! Encore! |
(Also, doesn't this hat make my cheeks look especially delicious?)
Perhaps she was totally laughing at how embarrassing and ridiculous I am. Meh. Same difference.
The fact is, Zuzu loves my singing. No matter how horrible. In fact, the louder and crazier I am, the better.
I'm totally thinking I should ask Santa for a karaoke machine. Really. It's not for me, you guys! It's for the baby!