I have this profound love for music. As a child, I used to hold hair brushes up to my lips like a microphone and lipsync to Madonna. As a teenager, I locked myself in my room and I sang with full emotions to my favorite cds , then I repeated my favorite songs over and over again.
As an adult, I frequented karaoke bars with my friends or I huddled in house gatherings and I was usually in the karaoke singing troops.
I love to sing. I used to sing a lot.
But since I got married, more so when I gave birth, my singing drama has taken a back seat as I only sing to my daughter lullabies and rhymes . Not that I dislike singing lullabies and rhymes, because that has given singing a different meaning altogether, it is just that there is nothing like singing a love song, from start to end,and belting it out like a real diva even though my notes are off. That kind of singing rarely happens these days. I never really had the chance to be up to date with the latest music trends anymore.
So in other words, my music preference was frozen and remained to be the music of the 80s , 90s and a little of the 2000s.
But here is what amazes me. Faye, my three year old, has somehow found her way to my vast collection of old favorite songs ( initially through Grace, who sings Karaoke every time she is babysitting Faye) and now she is studying them like its her job.
I just find it so amusing, that my mini me is singing, not Adele, not Katy Perry or Taylor swift, but Madonna, Heart and Shania Twain.
Just like the song Crazy for You, for instance, I have been singing this song forever. And it was a karaoke hit among me and my cousins back in the days when all we do on weekends was sing karaoke. Now ten years later, Faye is jamming with us and totally defying the generation gap.
And another one, Another classic, Alone by Heart.
And lastly, a new one relatively, From this moment by Shania.
I think Grace and I should listen to Iggy Azalea or Beyonce sometimes, don’t you think?
Me and Grace are old fashioned like that, I guess.