C’mon Girls! Do you believe in love?
I’m just going to put this out there.
I enjoy listening to Madonna.
The other day, I pulled out her “Immaculate Collection” CD from my music assortment. I popped it into my car’s CD player and put it on shuffle.
You know, commuting in and out of Vancouver is much more pleasant when you sing along to music. Boy, do I love to sing along!
Sitting in my car is a crocheted BB-8 that hangs out by my cup holder. I’ll pick him up by the head and flip him around as I drive. His ass makes a great impromptu microphone. Occasionally I’ll stick it in my family’s face to try and get them to sing along as well. A lead singer needs his back up vocals!
Rocking down the highway to some classic Madonna makes me happy. I know most of the lyrics to Madonna’s songs from the 80’s and 90’s. Some of the lyrics I mumble or sing incorrectly for fun. Even though I belt them out, I still have to have her music cranked up. It drowns out my inability to sing. But I sure look like I’m having fun.
So I take a note from one of Madonna’s lyrics:
Express what I got,
oh baby ready or not