I listen to the radio all day during the week [same station through my computer] so by the time I get home, I have to avoid that station lest I hear the same song for the third time that day and want to rip out my radio. There are a lot of songs out there now that I can’t stand [don’t get me started on Fergie or Timbaland, a.k.a. the “hip hop Ace of Base”], not just on the station I religiously listen to, but on pretty much every station I listen to. I don’t always pay attention to what’s playing so sometimes a song I don’t like will play halfway through before I realize what’s on, which can annoy the other people in my car.
One of my biggest pet peeves with singers is when they sound whiney. Ugh I can’t STAND THAT. Just on Wednesday I was listening to that Elliot Yamin guy’s song and I had to turn that crap off. I see why she left you Elliot. You whine too much. I would have left your whiney butt months ago and no, I’m not coming back. Don’t wait for me anymore. Get on with your life.
This was my main beef with Keith Sweat. Could a guy whine anymore? You got me twisted over you…whine, whine, whine, whine [okay, in the interest of full disclosure, I did enjoy the song]. You’re MEN! Men don’t whine in high-pitched squeals that burn holes into your head and liquefies your brain [which would explain why people go ape poop over them – they literally have no sense! Maybe that’s why I liked the song so much!].
I have a habit of talking back to songs. I don’t know why but sometimes I just need to say something. This only happens when I’m in the car alone because I have other people to talk to when I’m not alone. So this is my attempt at remaining social because I’m apparently that starved to talk to someone.
And don’t get me started on my “careoke.” I sing like I can actually carry a tune though I do myself the favor by not attempting the high pitched notes…those make my throat sting. Singing always puts me in a good mood but the fun really begins when it gets dark…that’s when the dancing starts. Not so much to hinder my driving but just enough to crack myself and whoever catches me up. There are just some songs that beg for you to bop your head to the beat. I have some of the best times in the car. And if I’m really comfortable with you, I’ll even sing with you in the car with me.
But that’s a good clue that I’m happy. I sing, even if I whisper.