Your Presence Is Surprising

My 18 year old brain took over this morning

Every morning I drop Kris off by her office, then drive back up to my office and park. This ends up yielding about 10 minutes of me being by myself in the car, which in turn yields roughly the same quantity of talking to myself, singing, and robust farting (okay, mostly farting). Today, after a couple of minutes, the worst possible scenario occurred.

I began spontaneously singing “Music Of The Night” from Andrew Lloyd Webber’s, Phantom Of The Opera.

But it wasn’t just me singing the song.

It was me, singing “Music Of The Night” in the style of Michael Crawford (he played the Phantom in the Original Cast).

For those of you unfamiliar with the voice of Michael Crawford, do the following:

1) Get a bee.

2) Put that bee in a piece of 1” diameter PVC pipe.

3) Get the bee to start buzzing, and record the noise.

4) Run the recording through an Alvin And The Chipmunks filter.

5) Play the filtered recording with orchestral accompaniment.

6) Hit yourself repeatedly on the head with a ball peen hammer.

7) Voila! Michael Crawford.

Actually, no. That’s not fair to bees.

So, he’s awful, and I was mimicking his singing style. On purpose. And brilliantly. 

And now, if you know the song, you have it in your head, too.

You’re welcome.