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Random oddness; odd randomness
Mar. 5th, 2011 12:02 pmCool random things noticed recently:
A construction worker singing the High Noon theme on the job.
A guy next to me on the Tube reading a trade paperback of Straczynski's run on Thor. Before I got off, I broke the customary Tube silence and told him I liked that run too (though Simonson's really my favourite.) As I stepped off the train I noticed him smiling to himself.
Last night on my way to a concert, the lower deck of the bus was empty, so I started quietly doing a bit of warming up. Since I was about to sing French arias, I warmed up with a simple French song, Belle qui tiens ma vie. After I'd finished, the bus driver called out "You sing beautifully!" "Thanks!" I said, after a surprised pause.
After the concert, I got on the bus back to the station, and it was the same driver. He said "Oh, it's you! With the voice!" When we got to my stop, I gave him the rest of the chocolate eggs I'd brought to share backstage.
I don't know why I'm so ridiculously grateful when someone catches me singing in public and doesn't mock me. London is an abrasive city, and I think acts of kindness are more to be celebrated here than elsewhere.
Oh, and: ( the Book Meme (a day late) )
A construction worker singing the High Noon theme on the job.
A guy next to me on the Tube reading a trade paperback of Straczynski's run on Thor. Before I got off, I broke the customary Tube silence and told him I liked that run too (though Simonson's really my favourite.) As I stepped off the train I noticed him smiling to himself.
Last night on my way to a concert, the lower deck of the bus was empty, so I started quietly doing a bit of warming up. Since I was about to sing French arias, I warmed up with a simple French song, Belle qui tiens ma vie. After I'd finished, the bus driver called out "You sing beautifully!" "Thanks!" I said, after a surprised pause.
After the concert, I got on the bus back to the station, and it was the same driver. He said "Oh, it's you! With the voice!" When we got to my stop, I gave him the rest of the chocolate eggs I'd brought to share backstage.
I don't know why I'm so ridiculously grateful when someone catches me singing in public and doesn't mock me. London is an abrasive city, and I think acts of kindness are more to be celebrated here than elsewhere.
Oh, and: ( the Book Meme (a day late) )