I like Duran Duran’s “Wedding Album” because it’s singer-friendly. Lots of catchy melodies to sing, lots of range. And it doesn’t hurt to have good, soaring guitar: the kind of guitar I call “sunset guitar,” because it seems meant to play on a windy cliff overlooking an ocean sunset.

Most people who know me probably don’t know my singing talent (especially the ones who’ve heard me! Ha ha!). I love to belt out songs when I’m alone: at home or in the car. I would go nuts if I never had a chance to sing.

I don’t sing much around people, though. I’m sure I’d annoy my wife if I didn’t shut up at home, so I save my performances for other times. Once I was working in the server room during my stint at Lastfoot. Thinking I was safely out of earshot, I began belting out some tune as I worked. I walked out of the room into a round of applause from coworkers apparently impressed with my performance.

I am pretty proud of my voice, in spite of my unwillingness to release it at work. One of my Unwritten New Years Resolutions is to get involved with some sort of singing activity, though I don’t see myself becoming Clay Aiken anytime soon. The thought of singing in a smoky bar after midnight doesn’t appeal to me (unless the crowd is rocking, that is). Maybe I could put some tracks down in my home studio to start with. I was thinking of cutting a CD of holiday songs around Christmas, though I never got around to it. Still think its a good idea.

And yet, I’m pissed at the music industry and what passes for radio nowadays. Little I hear really inspires me. The magic can only be found in other genres. World music like Latin, African, and Reggae music. Music from places not under the control of the evil corporations and their conspirators still has some creativity left.

In situations like this where I’m fed up with all that’s offered, my habit is to be driven to create my own. Who knows? You might log into mt.net to find a freely-downloadable song some day.