“NaBloPoMo Day Eighteen:
What’s your go-to shower song? (Or other serenade scenario music) Why do you belt this song?”
Hmm… I sing a lot. All the time really. I remember Jason G. losing his cool with me in the second grade because I was always humming under my breath. “Really?” I replied in disbelief. It was totally unconscious.
And I’ve never stopped.
What song do I sing in the shower? Whatever song is looping through my head at that moment.
At the moment a fragment of a hymn two elders from my congregation were trying to recall while we drove home from presbytery is looping in my head– and occasionally spilling out of my mouth. “How lovely Lord, how lovely…” I don’t actually know more than this… sigh.
Last Thursday morning it was a song from the musical my daughter is preparing for… until a conversation replaced it… mercifully.
But I did sing in the shower this morning. Fragments of “Pixie” by Ani DiFranco… a song I excerpted in my reason sermon. After a night of lousy sleep “Nobody likes their job. Nobody got enough sleep.” felt good to belt.
Sometimes songs are planted from conversations or worship services or even from walking through a grocery store… but sometimes they seem to come from nowhere. And if they are in my head, they will come out… eventually. Most certainly in the shower. Often the songs that come from nowhere are trying to tell me something… if only I’ll attend.
Someday I ought to write down every song that pops into my head. Am I the only one who almost always has music playing in her brain?
I think this might be why I don’t often listen to music. I enjoy listening to music, but I don’t feel the need because the music never stops.