I have always loved singing along to the radio when I’m in my car. Many years ago, George Michael and I spent some quality time together on my frequent road trips between Fort Worth and Austin. I usually stopped in Waco for some caffeine and then got back in my hatch back Honda, turning up “Careless Whisper” as I shifted into first.
After I had kids, I remember singing along with Lady Antebellum, “It’s a quarter after one. I’m a little drunk and I need you now.” Suddenly it hit me that I needed to censor the lyrics I played for the small ears in the back seat.
Kelly Clarkson’s “Break Away” will always bring up a vision of my girls sitting in their car seats, singing at the top of their lungs. That was a favorite for a solid year; only occasionally displaced by the soundtrack to the Barbie movie “Princess and the Pauper.”
More recently, I have embarrassed myself by singing along to Imagine Dragons. I confidently crooned, “ready to rock you.” My daughter started laughing and said, “Mom, it’s Radioactive”.
Both girls were still telling that story, when I one upped myself by singing, “I came in like a rainbow” to the Miley Cyrus song “Wrecking Ball”. They thought that was hysterical and were quick to point out that rainbow doesn’t even make sense in that sentence.
Now my older daughter can sit in the front seat and frequently takes over the radio controls. Luckily my car is old, and she can’t plug her phone in for audio, or I am sure I would be assaulted by Lil’ Mama singing, “my lip gloss be popping”. I truly cannot take that.
One day a few weeks ago, I had the radio tuned to a country station. My daughter was checking her Instagram in the front seat next to me. When she heard Joe Nichols sing, “Tequlia Makes Her Clothes Fall Off,” the look on her face was priceless.