Tuesday, January 7, 2014

How to Discover Your Inner Diva

Monday I drove an hour and a half in the car by myself to my parents' house.  I was picking up my mom and brother.  The three of us were going to get our German passports renewed at the German consulate in Dallas.  That time alone in the car was blissful.  I love my kids but the fact that I never once yelled "Keep your hands to yourself!" or "Don't eat that, I don't know how long that's been in the car seat!" was pretty great.

Another highlight was that I could listen to whatever I wanted without the sounds of "Despicable Me" in the background.   I chose Adele for this road trip.  I'm going to assume I'm not the only person who thinks they have the potential to sound just like the next American Idol while in the car.

Since I am now a self-proclaimed expert in car singing, let me tell you how you can get in touch with your inner Mariah Carey for your next road trip.  First you have to scrunch up your face on the high notes of the song.  You want to really feel the emotion.  The look you are going for is "my dog just died and I just ate a lemon." Next you want to get comfortable with the song and start humming and dancing. You should start sounding a like a musical prodigy in your head. Give it a try and sing a few notes.

Now, you may find yourself sounding like a 13-year old prepubescent boy instead. Rest assured that it is not a sign that you can't sing.  It's a sign that you are not singing loud enough and are probably holding back.  Really belt it out and you will surely sound like the diva you know you are.  If you still sound like a dying cow, it is perfectly acceptable to blame it on your cold...or snot nose...or not being properly warmed up.  It's okay because you know the true talent that lies within you.

Don't forget to throw in the jazzy hand motions and to let the emotion show on your face.  Soon enough you will have the people in neighboring cars saying, "Wow.  I can't hear that person, but they look really crazy."

I know that at this point either my husband or Ann will remind me of that time in college that they made fun of me for singing a monotone version of "Momma Said" by Lenny Kravitz in the car.  This doesn't count because a) I must have had a cold and or a snotty nose and b) I was not giving it my all.  If I was, I would definitely sound just like Lenny Kravitz (if Lenny Kravitz had voice immodulation disorder, but that's not important right now).

Turns out I actually can do a pretty good cover if I do say so myself.  I can do an exceptional cover of Bobcat Goldthwait doing a cover of Adele.  And that is something to be proud of.

1 comment:

  1. Sabine, great post, I can totally relate! In my car, alone...I am the perfect female version of James Taylor and Garth Brooks. lol