If somebody sees me shaking my fat white butt to Rebirth in the middle of the day, so be it.
If the only way I can stay awake late at night on I-10 is to play air guitar to “Marquee Moon” over and over right out in plain sight of anybody I pass, well, then, I do what it takes.
But no matter how much I want to, and no matter how private it is up here in my third floor office, I should never, ever, ever, ever try to sing along with Al Green. I annoy even myself. God I’m embarrassing.
No voice at all
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That amuses me… I sing in the car. And dance when there is traffic and never care who sees!
Take care, sweetie. Be careful driving if you’re that tired.
It’s the reverend Al Green man, don’t sweat it.
Al Green, huh? At least ya have good taste.