So What If You Can Sing?

Man, I know I can’t carry a single note. While the canary is singing, toads are croaking loudly if I even attempt to fa-la-la. I’m not ashamed to say my slightly high pitched yet weirdly raspy voice isn’t meant to be an alto in anyone’s choir.

So as I recognize my lack of singing ability, why do those who have a voice want to use it at every chance that they get? Like, while I’m standing in line at the gas station I hear the man next to me just singing y’all. I don’t even know what tune he’s belting out, but he’s clearly confident enough to share his auditory pleasantries with the general audience in the gas station lobby. And I look at him, slowly, slyly out of the corner of my left eye, begging him to shut the hell up.

I, and from the looks of the other guests in the lobby, could care less if you can sing. We just want to buy our goods and leave. No public serenading please. Just shut your mouth.

Who do they think they are Luther Vandross, Al Green, Old Blue Eyes? I mean really. The way people carry on singing in public would be like a Fred Astaire or Gregory Hines and tap, tap, tippity tap as they walk to the urinal to relieve themselves. Seriously. Or, think of it as what if an Interior Designer entered a medical office and moved the sofa to the opposite end of the room then removed the window treatments. It’s just not normal to walk around singing because you have a little talent that you think others will not mind if you share it. Well we do mind and we don’t always want to hear you crooning.

I don’t need to hear the latest T. Pain or Marvin Sapp melody, let me just hear the shuffling noise of the bums, the honks from those 9-5’ers and the occasional sound of a police siren blaring. That’s the only tunes I want to hear if I have to hear any sort of public nuances.

Keep it to yourself or save it for a studio, choir or morning shower.

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