Wait just one minute--the walls in our 1969-built ranch house are not soundproof?
My children consider my inspired vocal stylings "funny music"?
Here's what I do. I turn the music up, I lock the door, I get on the treadmill, and I sing. I sing loudly. I'm pretty sure that if someone happened past the room during "Irreplaceable", they'd say "damn! Beyonce's here, running* on the treadmill!"
*"running" should be read as "walking pretty darn fast"
Here's what my children do. They sit in their pajamas in the hallway outside the train room, shrieking with laughter at the "funny music" playing within. How sharper than a damn serpent's tooth, is all I can say.
I'll leave you with a partial set list from my last (meaning most recent, not final...'cause I was BORN TO SING and snickering children will not stop me!) "funny music" performance.
"Irreplaceable"(Beyonce). I always accompany my vocals with the "go on, take your sorry ass outta here" hand gestures befitting a woman wronged.
"Midnight Train to Georgia"(Gladys Knight and the Pips). There are always 2 performances of MTTG: In performance #1, I am a Pip. In performance #2, we're scheduled to go on and no one can find Gladys. A phone rings...Gladys has been unavoidably detained. I'm the only female Pip, and the show must go on. I step up to the mike, confident but reserved...and I blow the roof off the joint.
Sometimes, I sing that one a third time.
"For You" (Bruce Springsteen). Because sometimes my life IS one long emergency.
"Heart of Stone" (Erasure). When I put my iPod on shuffle, sometimes I can skip through songs that I really love, but just don't feel like hearing at the time. "Heart of Stone" is a song that I must listen to (and sing) whenever it plays.
"If I Can't Change Your Mind" (Sugar). Ditto "Heart of Stone".
"Somebody to Love" (Queen). The fact that I am a heterosexual suburban American mother of 2 children does not for one moment stop me from BEING Freddie Mercury when this song is playing. God rest that man's soul.