I’m going off the rails

There are many unique things about my house, which is a classic brick bungalow that was built in the late 1920s. I tell people that there won’t ever be another house built like ours, because the people who knew how to do it are all dead by now. The Depression seems to have shut down construction of these houses, and now they stand as a testament to another era. But they have held up amazingly well over time.

One of my favorite quirks is the shower in our downstairs bathroom. The art deco tile pattern is on thing, but the acoustics are what really makes it stand out. The old cliche about singing in the shower is perfest in my shower, where your voice can bounce off the walls and make you feel like you’re in a recording studio. I have to say it’s pretty amazing.

But like a lot of things, you miss it more when it’s gone. In my case, it isn’t gone so much as away for awhile. I’m staying in a hotel room now, away on a weekend skating trip, and I stepped into the hotel shower, one of those bathtub/shower things that you see in every hotel in this country. The water was sufficiently warm, and the pressure was pretty good too, so I randomly sang the first few bars of Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train

Crazy, but that’s how it goes/ Millions of people living as foes 

I could tell right away that this wasn’t going to work. And yet, I soldiered on through the rest of the first verse:

Maybe, it’s not too late/ to learn how to love and forget how to hate

At this point, I was glad that nobody else was awake in the hotel room. I sang the chorus, skipped the second verse, and went right to the run-up to the guitar solo:

I know that things are going wrong for me/ You’ve gotta listen to my words, Yeahhhhhhhh

The vocal thing that Ozzy does on the last sounds before Randi Rhodes’ solo sounded about the same as the first parts did, and by that time the hair was done and it was time to get out. The cleaning part of the shower was a success, but the singing part–which I have gotten used to doing in my own shower–wasn’t quite what I wanted.

There are lots of reasons for wanting to return home at the end of a trip. And the little reasons can be just as valid as the bigger ones are. I’m certainly looking forward to getting back into my regular studio/shower again very soon.

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