Define passion? Pull up to to any red light and look into the car next to you. You see that guy who is singing out loud, banging on the steering wheel in time to whatever song is one the radio?
I am definitely one of those guys. My obsession with singing was first pointed out to me during my very first after school job. I was a grocery bagger for the supermarket right up the street from my house. As the low man on the totem pole, I was often assigned to do the most menial jobs in the store, like gathering carts from the parking lot and sweeping the store once an hour. To pass the time, I often found myself singing along to the Musak versions of the songs that were playing overhead. It only took one person to point this out to me before I started to discover that I sing all the time, without even realizing it.
Knowing that it makes me happy, I continued to sing to relieve the stress of the day whatever it may be. I just flip on the radio or a CD or just remember a song that was playing before, and I wail away until I am grinning from ear to ear. If that’s not passion, I’m not sure what is.
Read my interview about what it is to be a karaoke singer for Get Out Magazine.