I love singing. In the shower, in bed, at work, on the streets, mid conversation…I can’t seem to stop myself. I’ve wound up many a friend with my incessant singing. They’d be talking to me and I’d be humming. It’s not that I’m not paying attention, I‘m just a dab hand at doing both things simultaneously!
It was the summer of 2000 and the song ‘Breathless’ by the Corrs was all the rage. I knew every word, every beat, every musical accompaniment to it. I was addicted. I had it playing on repeat at home till my entire household revolted. Haters. I didn’t let them rain on my parade. I stuck the CD in my Discman and kept feeding my addiction.
One fateful afternoon I went shopping with my mother. As was the norm in my teenage years, we had yet another argument on the way home. I was walking behind her to create more than just an emotional distance between us. I wasn’t going to let her get me down.
‘Go on, go on, leave me breathless.’ I started to sing, my strides matching the tempo of the song. I must have sung the line a million times because the next thing I knew I felt the back of her hand connect with my cheek. Like my people would say, she wozed me!
‘Go on, go on,’ she mimicked, ‘ shut up and let me hear word my friend!’
At the time it wasn’t funny but now, I can’t think about the incident without cracking up. The song has never sounded the same to me.