I am a singer. Not in a choir. Never going to see me on 'The Voice' or 'Briatin's Got Talent' but often and without even realising it I sing. Out loud. Frequently in public. Like walking around the supermarket picking groceries off the shelves. Or just because it is a beautiful day. I like the sounds of songs, the rise and fall notes make when they are pushed forward into the world, the comfort that comes from hearing a long known song. Each beat of music and syllable of lyric in the place it is supposed to be, just as it is on your own record at home.
I don't often play music in the house; mostly because I adore Radio Four and there is very little that will make me switch over from it but also because one of CK's favourite
When the children were much smaller they (and by that I mean CK) recorded their favourite music videos. They were about 4 and 7. Like they even knew what their favourite videos were but that is the story there father has spun so we go with it. I know every frame and every pause in the music clips for 'Hit me Baby One More Time' by Britney Spears and more respectably 'Don't Speak' by No Doubt (or as it is called her the 'PashPash Song' bc the Boychild thought that was the chorus) and 'I Get Knocked Down' by Chumbawumba.
A few years back CK bought me 'Silk degrees' by Boz Scaggs as a surprise giftee and within a week I had the kids word perfect on 'Lido Shuffle' and we would play it with the volume turned all the way up to 11, the windows down, driving up and down our High Street after tennis on a Sunday morning. The kids not only roaring out the words but doing the 'bedoombly dume, bedoombly dume' key changes as well.
Sometimes I am such a proud mother.