You know all those trendy people, the ones who have loads of vinyls, know all the cool groups, the super good old stuff and beats and are not easily satisfied by the latest top 10 on the radio? Well, I am not one of those! I wish I were, but I don't have particularly refined tastes in music. If you listened to my playlist you'd be probably disappointed.
I mainly like mainstream singers and bands, I like commercial music, easy stuff, so to say. I like catchy songs. I have never researched much in music, not as much as I do with movies and books. I don't appreciate classical music as I should, my ears are not trained to all its nuances and I'm not patient enough for its elaborations. I like and know very little composers and I stick to them. I studied a little music at junior high school and all I can remember is how to write the key of sol, but I regret so much I cannot play an instrument. So recently I started strumming the guitar again, after 25 years (!!!), grating the strings, more likely, and singing along, but I don't think I'll go very far with it.
But somehow music is in my blood, I feel it beating within me and it accompanies me always. It's in my head as I walk, as I work, as I do chores around the house, I have always been singing a lot to my children since I was pregnant till now that they are 7. And I sing to myself a lot. I sing out loud at home all the time, but I would never dare to sing in front of an audience at a karaoke place, I'm too self-conscious. I am not totally out of tune, my highs can go pretty high, but I simply wouldn't dare. But as I said, music is in my life, constantly. With very comical outcomes too..as my friends know well..
When I'm obsessed with a new song or some tunes recently discovered, I play them over and over again but the problems start when I'm walking down the streets. Music carries me away, so far away with my mind that in the past I walked into countless lampposts, ended up in potholes, stuck and broke my heels in manholes, and I had a series of near misses at crossroads because I was mentally fluctuating in another reality. I should file a lawsuit against Beyonce, Shakira and Gloria Estefan. Their songs were the cause of most of the above mentioned incidents, ''Crazy in love'' being the worst of them all.
And the main problem is that I need to dance to the music, listening to it is not enough. I'd live in a musical if I could! My childhood dream was being just like Olivia Newton Jones in the final scene of "Grease", all wrapped in black leather, singing and dancing with Danny Zucco. I love the choral singing and dancing in "Mamma Mia", "Grease", of "La la Land" and ''Annie'', even the ''Sound of music''! But how many people have you seen dancing on their way to work or on trains?! Not many unfortunately, so I have to refrain and restrain myself all the time. My dream is to shoot a musical video, not because I am talented, but because singing and dancing is so powerful and liberating, joyful and creative that makes the soul feel good and whole!
However, I found and experimented a few tricks to overcome my urge to move to the beat: I pretend to be in a music video...The best places are the underground trains and stations, very groovy locations! The escalators, stairs, platforms and the inside of the carriages are just perfect.
So basically what I do is camouflaging my dance steps by accelerating my walk, giving rhythm to my walk. And once on the stairs, I climb them running and, every so often, flicking out one ankle, slightly sideways. Inside the underground train, instead, when the carriages are not too busy, I walk inside them and stop at the poles and swing a little, very subtly. It's all mostly in my head, not very evident, because I have never seen people staring at me, luckily. However it's good fun and always puts me in a good mood for the day ahead!
Next time you are in London and you bump into a weird woman moving funnily around, now you know that it could be me!