Funk, that’s what I’m in. So you’ll have to bear with me.
At the time of this writing, I am planning on camping again soon. (You will hear lots about camping adventures in this blog, along with the other various subjects I will write about. Camping blogs will include the how to’s and how not’s, and how to camp and travel on little or no money — outside of gasoline expenses. The little or no money thing is a neat trick.)
But I am working on the something like twentieth rewriting of my novel, “Jackson Flats,” which I hoped would be all written and done and edited and out to the eager public by, well, now. But it won’t be. I have to, as I mentioned, rewrite, getting in more showing the reader what is happening than telling (telling is more the old-fashioned way of writing a novel) and more varying points of view from the main characters.
And, I have to make the whole thing clearer for the reader to understand. That, of course, is a very important improvement for a novel one hopes will sell big time and make the author, me, a rich and famous man.
As a result, I have lots of writing to do, and I may have to put off my camping, the thought of which has put me in my funk. Adding to my grumpy feeling is the activity I have fallen into to fill some of the time away from writing. I often have to rest my eyes from the glare of the computer screen.
That has led to clicking on the television. I like sports, and have watched some of the Euro soccer championship. Not that I am a big soccer fan, although I was mildly interested back in the days when my children were young and played the sport.
But I have been struck by the singing fans, who provide more of a background noise than music. Their singing is constant through each match. It’s not the first time I have heard this phenomenon, and it’s not the first time I have asked, what’s up with that?
You don’t hear American fans singing or chanting through an American football (soccer is called football in every other country except here, of course) or basketball or baseball game, unless you count the occasional Indian chant at Braves or Florida State games.
No, this is strictly a soccer thing and perhaps only heard in Europe. I’m not sure on that. Maybe a reader might be able to fill me in on that. The fans, though, seem to enjoy their “music” and are seen in television clips just having a great time. They often hold up placards when singing and paint their bodies and do other fan things, too, which is more like American fans.
The singing, though, is so persistent and loud and goes on and on to the pont where you wonder if the fans are even paying attention to the game. Indeed, I have seen a team score and the fans just keep on singing like nothing much happened on the field. And public address systems are rarely involved. These are people making music, often, it seems, at the top of their lung power.
According to one Web site I checked, the fans often sing local hymns, which are memorized and often repeated and repeated over the full run of the game.
That’s too much like work. And way too much singing for me. I prefer sitting and watching and cheering when my team scores. I’ll leave the singing to those who perform and often butcher the national anthem.