Ok. Day two of things-that-are-awesome-despite-crummy-weather! And apparently scratch moving to Merry Olde England off the list of things to do. Months of this? Nope. No.
Singing in the car is one of the most important things in my life, SERIOUSLY. If I could not do this, I would probably go Dexter and have human body parts hidden under my lawn. The best thing about learning to drive was not being able to get independently from point A to point B, but having unlimited time to sing in the car. Because, I love singing, but I do not do it in front of other people (with one exception, which will be discussed later,) and so having that precious time in the car when I can just go CRAZY is amazing. I do sometimes sing in the house when I am home alone, but as we've always been apartment dwellers, there is always the possibility of being HEARD, which is terrifying, because I GO ALL OUT. Knowing that you are singing completely for yourself frees you from caring about the fact that you cannot hit half the notes in the song, you are squeaking like a rabid mouse, and you're not saying all the words correctly. (You know the fast part of the song you mumble through. You know it.) So I sing in the car, and I sing loud, and I only stop at red lights, because, it is somewhat embarrassing to realize someone is watching you emote to the pavement in front of you. (One time I had my window open and didn't realize that two women in a convertible had pulled up next to me, and finally noticed them and stopped singing. They laughed, and said that they only wished they still enjoyed life that much. Which is sad, for both of us.)
So, anyway, this is a necessary thing for me, and the only thing better (well, there are several things better, but,) is having someone to sing in the car with you. THIS is not an easy thing. It requires an obscene amount of trust, and knowing someone who loves the same songs as you. It doesn't happen often in life, so if you have someone who you can unabashedly sing with, keep them on your Christmas list. Also, I am firmly of the mind that this is something we should teach children. At this point in my life, I can't imagine not loving to sing, but I know that this is probably in large part due to the fact that my mother is a car-singer, and so I grew up with it. People! Sing with your kids, and teach them the songs you love!
And so, on to the next thing I love, which is my iPod. Because, I have established that it does, in fact, have a soul, and that soul loves me and can read my mind. Unless I am really obsessed with one album (currently: Avett Brothers "Four Thieves Gone") I have it on shuffle mode all the time, and IT GETS ME! Like, yesterday, a song by X band came on, and I was like, oh, well, I like this song, but I wish it would play that other song I like, [press next arrow] and what plays? AGH!! And I have several HUNDRED songs just by that specific band on my iPod. It knows! It loves me! And then, not 30 minutes later, it did the same thing again. How? I do not know. Magic? Probably. It is a genius machine.
Music is powerful stuff, people. For me, there is really nothing else that can change my mindset faster. Songs can make my day, they can make my week or month. Just remembering a stupid lyric can get me through an unpleasant situation. I know that it doesn't take much to affect me emotionally, but I think it works this way for everyone. Sing in the car, people. Ask nice and I will send you a mix cd, too.