El Concierto de la Ropa Sucia Para Nadie

I sing in the laundry room. The only way that anyone could ever know this is
1) if I told you like I am now, or
2) you live in Gough and accidentally heard me from the neighboring seminar room or walked in the laundry room yourself.
I do this because the acoustics in there are stunning. A gentle, whispy echo fills the room like smoke fraught with music notes.

I only do laundry once a week, but with doing laundry comes numerous steps including the following:
1) Bring laundry and put it in washer. Wait 35 minutes.
2) Switch clothes from washer to dryer. Wait 50 minutes.
3) Pick up dry clothes and fold them. (This is the longest step)

Why did I just waste a few seconds of your life in that matter? I did this so that you can fluently understand my singing schedule. Steps 1 and 2 take mere minutes, but I stick around to finish whatever song I am fa-la-la-la-la-ing. Step 3 is the best because I turn into a dorky college student version of Snow White. Instead of whistling, I sing, but no cute little animals with big eyes enter my presence.

The track that has been echoing the off-white cinderblock walls lately has been "The Chain" by Ingrid Michaelson. My fellow ladies on my hall have actually begun to get acquainted with the words because I sing that song so darn much. Yeah, that's not even a joke. "The Chain" is so haunting that when the echo bounces gingerly against the walls, I think I sound amazing. I think I sound like her. This confidence is brief, let me tell you, but oh so lovely.

Last night, I decided to switch things up a little bit. I sang songs from the 1999 version of Alice in Wonderland. Yes, it is the one with Whoppi Goldberg, as it is apparently known. I sang "Will You, Won't You Join the Dance" and "Cherry Ripe". I believe the soundtrack won an Emmy (thank goodness; check it out because it is so creative and happy. Its filling is a handful of little ditties). I also added to my score selections from the animated Anastasia, back when I was 7. It is still one of my favorite movies to date. "Once Upon A December" and "Journey To The Past" were the two choices that humbly rang from my vocal chords.

"Once Upon The December" gives you a little snippet of my childhood...so nostalgic.



Title: "The Laundry Concert For No One" in Spanish
In My Head: "High and Low" by Greg Laswell