I cannot sing worth a damn. I mean, I enjoy trying, but the results are somewhat…less…than stellar. And, after 43 years, I’m pretty okay with that. I sing when I’m alone in the car, or after a couple drinks, or when I really like the song. My audience (when there is one) usually consists of Susan and some subset of our animal friends. The bird enjoys my efforts, at least. The point is, my audience is really small, and–barring a court order–stuck with me.
Lately, I’ve been reading a lot of reddit on my phone. It’s a bit of a time sink, which is fine. I’ve got a long-ish commute and there are a lot of interesting things out there, assuming one is subscribed to a decent set of sub-reddits. One of my sub-reddits is /r/videos. On Tuesday, someone linked to a cover of “I Will Always Love You.” I was awake before my alarm, and was waiting for my turn in the shower, so I watched the video while lying in bed. It starts with a cute story, and then the guy really nails the song in the tradition of Whitney Houston, and not Dolly Parton.
So, in a fit of misplaced inspiration, I started belting out the song. For me, this less in the tradition of Whitney, and more in the tradition of a cat being dragged backwards through a malfunctioning jet engine. I finish my first time through the chorus, and open my eyes to see pre-coffee Susan toweling her hair and glaring at me. Without a trace of humor in her voice, she said, “Lying in bed singing Whitney Houston songs is not going to lengthen your marriage.”
And then we fell apart, laughing.