Private Performances
April 24, 2009 08:35 AM
Some people sing in the shower. Some people whistle
while they work. But for Depot Dad, my stage of
choice is the front seat of my car.
Hey, as a self employed consultant, I spend plenty of time in the driver’s seat getting from appointment to appointment. And I have found that during these respites between serious brain work, I’m not inclined to listen to French Lessons, or the audio book version of The Brothers Karamazov. Oh no. After I slide behind the wheel, it’s show time, baby.
And for a few select songs (see below) that seem to hold me captive, I completely surrender to the groove, dancing and playing faux piano on my dashboard. Now unlike Susan Boyle, people within earshot of me are not likely to be standing and clapping. That’s why I was so happy to buy a car recently with tinted windows. So now, when I shift from Park to Drive, I can indulge in the most unrestrained arm flailing and head swinging.
And this seems to be the only place I really let myself go. So unless you are riding shotgun in the Depot Dadmobile, or there are suddenly plans for an all new T.V. show called “My Car’s Got Talent” no one is likely to be subjected to my private performances. Or so I thought.
This morning, during a particularly passionate and rocking chorus of Petty’s “American Girl” I was stopped at a stop light and I belted out the melodic high point of the song fully accompanied by epileptic body movements...
“God it’s so painful......when something that’s so close.......is still so far out of reeeeeaaaaaaccchhhhh!”
I opened my eyes and looked to my left to see a car with three gorgeous women laughing their asses off at me.
NOTE TO SELF: Tinted windows are of no use when you drive with the windows down.
So now I ask you, where do you give your best performances? And what is your preferred material? For the record, I have to sing out loud to these songs...
American Girl : Tom Petty
The Waiting: Tom Petty
Brand New Cadillac: The Clash
Waiting on a Friend : Rolling Stones
Beast of Burden: Rolling Stones
Sultans of Swing: Dire Straits
Wild West End: Dire Straits
Hey, as a self employed consultant, I spend plenty of time in the driver’s seat getting from appointment to appointment. And I have found that during these respites between serious brain work, I’m not inclined to listen to French Lessons, or the audio book version of The Brothers Karamazov. Oh no. After I slide behind the wheel, it’s show time, baby.
And for a few select songs (see below) that seem to hold me captive, I completely surrender to the groove, dancing and playing faux piano on my dashboard. Now unlike Susan Boyle, people within earshot of me are not likely to be standing and clapping. That’s why I was so happy to buy a car recently with tinted windows. So now, when I shift from Park to Drive, I can indulge in the most unrestrained arm flailing and head swinging.
And this seems to be the only place I really let myself go. So unless you are riding shotgun in the Depot Dadmobile, or there are suddenly plans for an all new T.V. show called “My Car’s Got Talent” no one is likely to be subjected to my private performances. Or so I thought.
This morning, during a particularly passionate and rocking chorus of Petty’s “American Girl” I was stopped at a stop light and I belted out the melodic high point of the song fully accompanied by epileptic body movements...
“God it’s so painful......when something that’s so close.......is still so far out of reeeeeaaaaaaccchhhhh!”
I opened my eyes and looked to my left to see a car with three gorgeous women laughing their asses off at me.
NOTE TO SELF: Tinted windows are of no use when you drive with the windows down.
So now I ask you, where do you give your best performances? And what is your preferred material? For the record, I have to sing out loud to these songs...
American Girl : Tom Petty
The Waiting: Tom Petty
Brand New Cadillac: The Clash
Waiting on a Friend : Rolling Stones
Beast of Burden: Rolling Stones
Sultans of Swing: Dire Straits
Wild West End: Dire Straits