My youngest was invited to a friend’s 7th birthday party at the weekend and as it was at the local Ski slope, my eldest came along for the ride.

On the way, the usual debate raged, (I say ‘raged,’ … let’s face it, I was always going to win this one – they just didn’t know it yet,) about what music we’d listen to in the car.  My teen wanted Kings of Leon, my youngest wanted Usher (don’t ask …) and I was happy to flick through all the commercial stations looking for something suitably 80’s … just to annoy them.  I’m nice like that. 

And I found a corker … George Michael’s ‘Careless Whisper.’  Awww yeah!

Now, it has to be said, I’m a brilliant singer.  Brilliant I tell you.  Think … the lovechild of Whitney, Mariah & Luther … and you’d be pretty close (if a little weirded out.)  My kids however, just don’t ‘get’ it.  They think I’m crap. Erm, hello?!!   In fact, ‘crap’ would be an understatement.  It’s probably the only thing they ever agree on, the fact that Mum is possibly, THE worst singer in the history of, well, singing Mums.

I don’t take it personally … after all, what do they know!?  😉

Now bearing in mind I haven’t consciously listened to this song for over twenty years, I knew all the words.  Every.  Single.  One.  Yes, I realise as far as my limited street cred goes, this doesn’t really give me much kudos, but … it is what it is.  I know I look *cough* incredibly young, but I was definitely a child of the 80’s.  Howard Jones, Nik Kershaw, Spandau, Duran .. (being their No. 1 fan, I was allowed to dispense with the ‘Ballet’ and extra ‘Duran.’)  Human League, Depeche Mode, ABC, even Loose Ends (considered a little ‘out there’ for a 15 year old Kent girl,) … and I loved them all.

Music was everything to me back then.  I remember being so utterly and completely ecstatic at aged 12 when I was finally allowed a TV and stereo in my bedroom, (granted, the stereo was the size of Scotland.) I would spend hours in my bedroom listening to music.  My Nan, who lived with us at the time, always had an afternoon nap and would tap on my door and ask me to turn it down … which I thoroughly resented at the time.  Oh the irony!  (nips off for a 30 minute power nap.)

Music has now come full circle and I find myself writing about music every week, (check out my reviews on Dropout UK.)  It’s not been a re-awakening as such, as I never stopped listening to music, but once again, I feel the passion I felt as a teenager.

So when my kids diss my singing and my teen asks, “Who’s George Michael anyway?”   I know!!!!   I smile, safe in the knowledge that he will have this very same conversation with his kids (in 30 years’ time ..) about Kings of Leon.

So, for those of you who do know who George is, this one’s for you.  Requests for a live rendition from me can be put in writing. Fees on application.

(Visited 74 time, 1 visit today)

Published by Kate Sutton

Writer, Mother, Dater.