I have a confession. I like to sing. In my car. Really loudly and with much passion. I know. You’re wincing, aren’t you? I’m the chick you pull up next to at the traffic lights who’s howling along at the top of her lungs. All you can be thankful for is that the windows are up. And I can’t even guarantee you that.
Today I had some errands to run. Errands involving highway driving. I’m politely referred to as a Nervous Nellie when it comes to driving, so my singing serves two capacities in these situations. It keeps my mind off the 4,500 ‘what ifs’ that can turn my palms sweaty when I’m driving at 100km/hour – and it makes me breathe deeply and keeps me calm.
That’s my excuse, anyway.
Today I found myself singing the fourth part harmony that The Dixie Chicks so obviously miss. I totally rocked a Pink song (did I mention I’m a closet (or not so closet) dag?). There may or may not have been some Jimmy Barnes in there. Singing along with Jimmy makes me appreciate the range of the man’s voice. Those songs get high, people.
In the privacy of my own car, I’m the lead singer, with any choice of international superstar backing band I damn choose. I like to think I make the most of that.
Are you a Car Star? What’s your music of choice?