There are things that I just flat-out steal from people when I hear them. I mean, I say hello like Harto on purpose, because I like it. If you've never seen her drunken kitchen videos, start with brunch. Brunch is great. Just watch that one, do it. I'll wait. ANYWAY. I stole her hello.
At some point during my career at Jive, I noticed that I'm just not a person until coffee. In addition to that, I always wait to have my morning coffee at the office like a moron. So naturally, when I get to the office, I'm Grumpy McGrumperson. I can't muster a fake smile or my regular HELLO! without coffee.
I tried to say hello in that Harto way pre-coffee before, it doesn't work. You need to have a goofy smile, or it doesn't sound the same. Rather, it sounds the same, but it doesn't feel the same. So I scrapped it. I needed to find a new way to say morning in a way that didn't read "Move out of my way to the coffee pot, or so help me God."
This is where my new-found obsession with Wicked comes in. I was pinteresting, as you do, and found some list of "32 things Wicked fans do" or something along those lines. Something off Buzzfeed; you know those types of things. They're the plague of Facebook. One of the things on that list was: "You can't say you have good news without bursting into song." For those folks who are normal and don't know the soundtrack by heart, here. That rang very true to me, the phrase "good news" has been enhanced to me (or ruined, depending on who you ask) Yes, I do that; specially now that I'm trying to learn how to properly sing. I've goddamned PERFECTED the wicked "good news" and I even hold it for way longer than the song has it written... digressing.
So back to my morning coffee conundrum. Some months prior to Wicked, I had just started to say "mornin'" very monotonously, while dropping my crap at my desk and heading straight to the coffee pot. I mean, it sounded less rude than a grunt. Then, I had an epiphany. Said epiphany came from two things:
1. I had been trying to learn how to sing, and some singing teacher on the intertubes had said at some point, something like: "You're not tone deaf when you sing something wrong. Your ear is just fine, cause you can hear it go wrong." and I was all "OH! THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE! HOW HAVE I NOT THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE!" It's all about your voice not knowing how to produce the sound, not you being unable to hear it correctly. So I started thinking about how your ear, voice, and face are actually separate moving parts.
2. What if I good-news'd the word for "morning"? Just the sounds.
I came up with a slightly different melody for it (or maybe I heard it somewhere, who knows) but it's the same basic principle. So I started singing the word "morning" every morning. It became my new singnature (see what I did thur... I was proud of that one) way to say good morning.
The beauty of it lies in that it sounds cheerful, but doesn't need to be accompanied by any kind of smile or goofiness. Saying it with a grumpy poker face produces the same effect, cause it's just a melody. The only reason I know this, is cause this one time I did it around a coworker who didn't use to sit around me, and he went "you're cheerful today!" and I was just in my usual coffee-coffee-coffee-coffee-coffee-mode. So I declare this a success!
What I find interesting about all of this, is that I basically did the same thing with the famous harto hello, except subconsciously. I just copied the way she said it, except at the time, I thought I needed to make the face too, or it wouldn't sound the same, because I didn't know how to make the sounds on their own! MIND BLOWN. But now I refuse to do it without the goofy face, 'cause that's how I roll.
Singing has really helped me sort out a lot of smallish things of that sort, or rather point them out to me. For instance:
- My speaking voice is not as loud as my singing voice, and I have NO IDEA WHY. I didn't use to be able to sing loudly either, I'm not entirely sure how that happened.
- I seem to only be able to sing loudly when the songs are of a higher range. The closer they are to soprano range, the easier it is for me, which was definitely counter-intuitive to me. The lower they get, the more I struggle.
- Also, posture, apparently posture is very important. I can only sing loudly if I'm standing. Who would've thunk.
In an only mildly related note, the other it was my friend's birthday. He likes to Karaoke. I never actually sing in public, or in front of anyone for that matter. I was, however, drunk enough that night that I agreed to the one song I ever agree to sing, which is Kryptonite (don't judge me! I mean, judge a little, but I don't actually care) and then I kept on drinking, which means I kept on making poorer decisions as the night went on. I ended up singing two Wicked songs that night. I remember being surprised at myself at the time, because I was actually able to hit most of the notes better than I thought possible. However, I don't know if that's because I practiced them ad nauseam, or because I was just so shitfaced...
Whiskey and Karaoke shouldn't be mixed, and on that note! I go.