As a serial monogamist, I've been involved with, married to, or in a serious relationship with, a relatively small quantity of women. Over the decades, I willingly adapted to the druthers, hobbies, and preferences of my partner. I started with Catholic Mass (I was young, forgive me for my hypocrisy) and over the next thirty years, as I dumped /slash/ became the dumpee /slash/ agreed we should go our separate ways...I morphed. From church, to wherever any other military personnel would not be, to bingo, to wherever her boyfriend wouldn't be, to slot machines, to hiking trails, to dance clubs, to casinos, to . . .
In 2003 I fell in love with a woman who loves to sing Karaoke. Last year she agreed to be my fiancée (pronounced fy-ants). And, can't forget to mention: she's bona fide.
Did you know that is the grammatically correct spelling? Two words? Latin? I didn't. Not until this very moment. Which is what Ginny's 30-day marathon is supposed to accomplish! Today is Day 8: A song you know all the words to.
Now I—too—kroak on occasion; and I've learned the words to some. One of my favorites is The Soggy Bottom Boy's rendition of Man of Constant Sorrow. Here's why it is the perfect song to sing in public:
- Not many sing it because nobody remembers the artist or title.
- Once the first chords begin...everybody recalls it from the film, and loves it.
- It's short.
- You can almost talk all the words with a breathy nasal twang.
- There are a few well-spaced instrumental breaks so you can catch your breath.
- If you over-pantomime a few hillbilly-esque step-turn-kicks and duck-walks (from the film) while pretending to run your thumbs under shoulder straps you can OWN the audience.