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04 February 2011
Friday Night Question, as chosen randomly from The Book of Questions...→[More:]
#46: When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?
Where do cats figure in this question? I have been humming a new bass line all day, and the kids are always having to tolerate me singing some bit of nonsense.
I sing to myself all the time- especially in my car when I'm alone. Can't remember having ever sung TO anyone, since I wouldn't inflict on anyone I like.
It rather depends on what you count as singing. I might hum a tune, and perhaps sing a few words, but I never sing whole songs.
If what I do counts then probably a few hours ago. I most often do it when washing dishes and suchlike,i.e. times when my hands are busy but my brain and voice are at a loose end.
Probably a couple days ago. I haven't sung in the shower recently, but occasionally the whole floor gets subjected to the full-on opera treatment, fat lady and all. (I haven't yet put the Viking helmet on while doing so; I suppose I could next time. But I really only do Italian...)
Ha. Ha ha ha. Ok, the husband and I talk, and sing, through our pet (formerly pets). It's a great way to disguise questionable singing skills, which I have. I think last week I sung at the office and had that experience of knowing a well known song, singing it, and people going "what's that?" It was the Led Zepplin - it was snowing and I did "midnight land through the ice and snow" and I had to do the Ah AH aaaaaah, AH! To be understood. I need a big bucket to carry a tune, but I do. Sing.
The Husband is like a B- singer, I'm a C-, the dog is a D, and the late cat was an A- in his little boy soprano. It's what I miss most about the cat, his voice in the household conversation. Those are letter grades, not keys.
It's more like "shouting along", but yeah pretty frequently. Especially when listening to live albums/watching live DVDs after a few beers. After a few more, I'll wrestle-mosh on the floor with the dog. She likes it.
Myself? all the time...To someone else, or around someone else anyway? Earlier this evening, playing "Delia's Gone" on the guitar while Sophie and I sang it. The kids, they love a good murder ballad.
Last night, while I was practicing my guitar and reminding myself of the notes of the natural scale.
And otherwise, not much, and almost always when I'm alone. I used to be a decent singer with a decent voice and range and in those days I sang all the time, often with my singing friends, but then I smoked,smoked, smoked and screwed my breath control, my range, and the depth of timbre of my voice. So now I prefer to be on my own and slightly drowned out by the shower or car radio when I sing.
About an hour ago .. my son and I sang "We Are The Dinosaurs" as we marched back to his bedroom. Well, I sang and he marched. And laughed.
WE ARE THE DINOSAURS MARCHING MARCHING
WE ARE THE DINOSAURS WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT
WE ARE THE DINOSAURS MARCHING MARCHING
WE ARE THE DINOSAURS WE MAKE THE EARTH FLAT!
His favorite part is at the end when the dinosaurs ROAR!!!
To myself: today. graham parker. while in the shower.
To others: Today I sang "the worms crawl in. the worms crawl out" to my kids. They hadn't heard it before.
To myself: last night - but maybe I'm crazy, maybe you're crazy, maybe we're crazy, probably.
To another: a couple days ago, to Kaylee the dog. She has her own theme song.
I sing all of the time to myself, my cats, and my missus. But, this reminds me of a story:
I attended a SAG screening of Pirates of the Caribbean the summer that it came out. It was emceed by then-SAG queen, Melissa Gilbert, and Johnny Depp was there for a special Q & A before the movie started. So, beforehand, everybody got to fill out a question card to Captain Jack, which would be picked at random and answered by the pirate king himself. There were hundreds and hundreds of people in the theater, and only something like five questions would be read.
My questions was regarding the rumor that he might be cast as Willy Wonka in a new Charlie & the Chocolate Factory movie. (This was in 2003, when the idea of a Tim Burton Willy Wonka movie still seemed totally awesome.) My question was as follows:
"I hear that you might play Willy Wonka in a new Charlie & the Chocolate Factory movie. Will you sing in the new movie? Will you sing for us now?"
I was being facetious, highly dubious that my card would even be close to being read. Of course, as you must have guessed, my question was read.
The first three questions were not memorable. By the time they got to the fourth questions, Melissa Gilbert, clearly smitten with Mr. Depp, giggled and blushed. She read my question to him. He laughed, and said, "Yes. Well, I have talked to Tim about playing Willy Wonka -- " cheers, applause " -- and I might sing in the movie." He looked over to his agent, or handler, or whoever it was off stage, and said, "Who asked this question?"
I froze in my seat.
"Do you want to stand up? Listen, I can't sing now, but come on up and maybe after the movie, we can meet up and I can sing to you then."
Now then, what was running through my mind was this: How the hell am I, a grown man, supposed to stand up? I mean, most of the people fawning over the man are kids and women. I get an invitation from Johnny Depp to get sung to --- all I could think of is how utterly disappointed he, and everybody, would be if they saw ol' jabberjaw and his perpetual five o'clock shadow stand up.
"Well, okay," he said. "You can stop by later and ... talk to someone." So, Johnny Depp did not sing to me. But I did get the offer.
And two years later, Charlie & the Chocolate Factory came out, and he did sing in the movie himself.
Oddly, I don't regret it. And, I have two other Johnny Depp stories, but I'm only comfortable telling one of them on the internet.
I sang to myself in the car today along with the radio. It was "Let's Dance" by David Bowie.
And every day I sing "Little Tummy Girl" to Lucy, to the tune of "Barbie Girl", when she's lying on her back on the rug, as I tickle her tummy. It has several verses.
I don't do much singing or humming to myself, but always get a kick out of karaoke. In fact, I'm going tonight. The last time before tonight was last weekend.
I saw the "lyrics" to the Law & Order theme a couple days ago on MeFi, and every now and then I will sing "eating all the bananas" out of nowhere. Usually done in a David Bowie voice to annoy the gf.
THANK YOU, Kangaroo! My girl marches around single "we are the dinosaurs, marching, marching" and then a bunch of mumble mumble. Now I know some more words :)
Pretty much every day here too. In the car, in the kitchen while washing dishes, to distract my 3 year old daughter during the dreaded tooth-brushing. This afternoon, said daughter was singing several songs from John Frusciante's "Curtains" album which we play embarrassingly frequently in the car. I joined in, of course.
- an actual song: just a few minutes ago, as I posted (and watched) Altered Images' "Happy Birthday" to a family member's Facebook page. I also sang Garfunkel and Oates' "Silver Lining" to myself (unaccompanied by recording or video) while getting dolled up for a party this evening.
- a nonsense song alone: just a few minutes before that, as I walked up the super-slippery icy path to the apartment, I sang a "be careful, don't die" song to myself.
- a nonsense song to a cat: this evening when my mother's shy cat came out into the crowded living room, batted me on the knee, and lured me away from the crowd. I sang her the "you're a good kitty, a good fat kitty" song.
- to ritualized nonsense song another person: probably last night, when I sang The Fella his welcome home song. This is something of a ritual, based on the idea that the first person home should make a small fuss when the second person arrives. I'll be singing it again in just a few minutes, when he returns from work.
So. Um. I sing a lot. I have a pretty rotten voice, too.
Another 'all the time' here. I sing around the house a lot, just whatever's in my head. In the car I practice songs trying to learn, or if I'm in a songwriting mode, noodle around and try to write stuff. Sometimes even walking down the street, though often quiety so I don't look too nutty.
Over the last few weeks, for no reason I can discern, I have been singing this little earworm. Though I don't think I ever learned this version - I think I picked up some indie cover version of it...maybe it was in a movie...possibly something I even saw as a TV commercial over Christmas.
I was recently informed that I hum to myself ALL THE TIME which I remember my grandmother doing a lot so I'm claiming genetics. I sing along with music all of the time everywhere, even in the stores sometimes, but usually pretty quiet.
Ialso sing to the dog and make up songs with/about the dog. Songs about peeing faster so we can go back inside, songs about how yummy the dog food is tonight, songs about being dumber than a door knob. These made up songs are usually to the tune of whatever song is stuck in my head or most recently heard, and usually make no sense.
EXAMPLE: I have had 2 Legit 2 Quit stuck in my head for the last week and just this evening made up a song about the dog being 2 Mornk to Spornk. Which totally doesn't make any sense unless I explain what a Mornk is, but all I'll say is that the dog HATES mornks.
Today. The answer is always today. I sing to myself constantly, and I sing to my husband and the animals constantly. Like tonight getting on the 6 train, I was singing "Born to Run" to my husband, because I had been listening to it all afternoon and getting all hepped up.
My cranial region is home to a fairly large colony of earworms, so I end up humming to myself within a few minutes after any time I go without background music or other audio stimulation. So I learned not to sing out loud back when I was into '70s Prog Rock... nobody want to hear me doing Yes' Jon Anderson (especially now that I live a few miles away from him).
Wow...no idea. I love singing, but I'm not very good so I rarely do...unless it's karaoke night and I've got some liquid courage. Then I'm unstoppable.
I've had Amanda Palmer's "Map Of Tasmania" stuck in my head for 3 days now. So pretty much any time in the last 72 hours I've been singing snipets to myself.
About an hour ago- just got home from the Phil Ochs documentary with my mom. I hummed along with the movie once and then she kept doing it, much to the consternation of our seat neighbors :)