The Russian Songs
This is probably a little off-the-wall but, if you sing in the shower, then maybe you’ll understand.
I don’t, as it happens. Sing in the shower, that is. But I do sing when I’m traipsing the moors - strictly when there’s no-one about, of course. I stroll along making up little ditties as I go.
However - and this is rather strange - they mostly come out sounding very Russian. At least, to my ears. I daresay if you were actually Russian, they might not sound remotely so. But they’re my idea of Russian.
It’s totally unintentional. And a bit of a mystery. It’s not as if I’m in the habit of listening to Russian music (well, not that sort). They just appear. Slavic melodies stream from my mouth - completely different to the stuff I compose at the piano. And even the words (oh, yes, there are words!) sound Russian to me. Utter gobbledegook, of course, but Russian-sounding gobbledegook.
Anyway, the thing is this. A few weeks ago, I lost my voice (you may remember). Well, my speaking voice has just about returned - albeit huskily. But I still can’t sing. And I’m really missing my Russian songs….
(Told you it was off-the-wall!)