I’m lucky to have married someone who has a great singing voice. Angry enjoys belting out a tune and I love to hear him do it. He sings a lot. Sometimes I think he’s talking to me but I don't hear him clearly. When I ask him what he said, he tells me: “Nothing, I was just singing.”
One of my favorite things in the world is hearing him sing in the shower (the acoustics are great!). What I find interesting is his strange way of mashing his musical choices together. He may start with a snippet of Nelly followed by a few bars of Elvis. Then, he’ll suddenly break into some Johnny Cash with a little bit of Motley Crue tossed in for good measure. Sometimes he even hums music that doesn’t have lyrics (maybe something from the Big Band Era). I often ask him: “Where did that come from?” His usual response is: “I don’t know; it just popped into my head.”
It’s almost an adventure to see (or should I say hear?) where his songs will go. One that puts a smile on my face and joy in my heart.