The other day I was sitting in a typical haunt shooting some lidar when a car pulled up next to me. Â The driver smiled and said something to the effect of, “It looked like you were playing air guitar.” Â I smiled and said something amazingly witty. Â She giggled in return, bit her lip in that “My, he’s charming” kind of way and drove off. Â (No, I did not make that up…and so what if I did?)
The truth is I was probably playing air guitar. Â Or air drums. Â Or singing.
Now, before you start blathering on about motorcycle cops and bad 70’s disco (as opposed to good 70’s disco?!?), I should tell you I’m a very musical guy. Â I played the piano when I was a kid. Â Later in life, I taught myself both the guitar and drums. Â I’m not saying I’m ready for the main stage or anything, but they were something that held my attention span for a brief period.Â
All through my early days in school and then high school, I would study while listening to music. Â I’m not talking Mozart. Â I’m not talking relaxing, help you concentrate, music. Â I’m talking Motley Crue, Bon Jovi, Van Halen. Â I’m talking loud. Â Used to drive my mom insane. Â She’d come into my room and tell me to turn it down. Â Here’s some foreshadowing for you with regard to my smart aleck nature: I’d tell her, “Mom, when I start pulling B’s, I’ll turn down the music.” Â Lucky I didn’t catch a smack, but apparently my logic was sound.
I have spent quite a little bit of money on music. Â When I was a kid, I bought records. Â More often, I bought cassettes. Â When I hit college it was CDs. Â I spent more money on music than I did on beer in college. Â I drank a lot of beer in college. Â Do the math. Â I juggled my bills month to month, but if Jon and the boys had a new record out? Â BAM! Â That sucker was mine.
And singing? Â I’ve been known to toss back a pint or two and belt out some Wanted Dead or Alive. Â Matter of fact, I proposed to the Wife after doing Bed of Roses in front of about 200 people on a cruise ship. Â (Have I made it clear that enjoy the guys from Jersey?)
If I had to sit through a ten hour (or longer) shift without music, I’d lose my mind. Â My solution? Â One earbud in my right ear and dispatch in my left. Â Works like a charm. Â Consequently, if you see your friendly, neighborhood motorcop strumming away on a lidar or beating the gas tank-cum-snare drum or even warbling Kyrie (Mr. Mister, everybody! Â Shout out to my thirteen-year-old self!) just a bit too loudly, you’ll finally know it’s me.
Kyrie eleison, y’all. Â Kyrie eleison, indeed.
Have you ever been caught rockin’ out in your car?
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