mindless ramblings to pass the time.
May. 14th, 2003 08:47 pmI have a secret passion (besides eating champagne mangos naked)
I love to sing, I used to perform a lot and it was some of the happiest moments of my brief adolescence.
One of my deep pleasures is to sing out while no one is in the house. (I know, not terribly original, but I am fun to listen to) I don't sing the catalogue of Madonna, nor do I sing along with Miss Lopez.
I love to sing the songs of Cole Porter, George and Ira Gerswhin, Sammy Cahn, Kearns and Hart. The hit parade of the thirties and forties. Some wouldn't be too surprised when glancing through my collection of music. I harbor fantasies of returning to performing, yet I like just singing for myself, when no one can hear as I clean. The other day, I sang, "It ain't Neccessarily so", "Anything Goes, "Caberet" and for my finale, "Lady is a Tramp" (all of the verses) and my soul felt so free.
Yet, when someone catches me, I immediately stop singing, I feel embarrassed and I will deny even opening my mouth. Which as my mother would say in her exasperated tone, "Gennie, that is so damn stupid. You realize how foolish that is, it isn't like someone is going to laugh at you. geez you are so damn neurotic sometimes."
I need a show, where I can do the laundry, and sing.
That would be a great Vegas act...or maybe reno.
What do you think?
I love to sing, I used to perform a lot and it was some of the happiest moments of my brief adolescence.
One of my deep pleasures is to sing out while no one is in the house. (I know, not terribly original, but I am fun to listen to) I don't sing the catalogue of Madonna, nor do I sing along with Miss Lopez.
I love to sing the songs of Cole Porter, George and Ira Gerswhin, Sammy Cahn, Kearns and Hart. The hit parade of the thirties and forties. Some wouldn't be too surprised when glancing through my collection of music. I harbor fantasies of returning to performing, yet I like just singing for myself, when no one can hear as I clean. The other day, I sang, "It ain't Neccessarily so", "Anything Goes, "Caberet" and for my finale, "Lady is a Tramp" (all of the verses) and my soul felt so free.
Yet, when someone catches me, I immediately stop singing, I feel embarrassed and I will deny even opening my mouth. Which as my mother would say in her exasperated tone, "Gennie, that is so damn stupid. You realize how foolish that is, it isn't like someone is going to laugh at you. geez you are so damn neurotic sometimes."
I need a show, where I can do the laundry, and sing.
That would be a great Vegas act...or maybe reno.
What do you think?