One fatigued day I was doing my dishes and I said to myself I could really use some backup. I envisioned three lovely ladies singing to me while I carried out the more mundane chores in life. They would act as subliminal cheerleaders rooting me on, hurrah hurrah! Later I decided it would be appropriate to reenact this fantasy. I hired three anonymous craigslist backup singers/strangers who eventually accompanied me to the local grocery store with wigs and apparel of their choosing. I provided them each with fifty dollars and a list of groceries they would collectively sing to me. Sing they did. Foodstuff I procured. 

A year later I found three more backup singers to back me up while I did a single load of laundry at the laundromat. This time, I chose the outfits and the wigs, and we even had a couple of rehearsals. On the day of the performance, one of my trusty backups singers accidentally disappeared, hence I had to take on the role of backup singer number three and hire couple of friends to do their laundry. We sung and sweat and spun on laundry carts, we stomped our feet and shimmied for 46 minutes straight. It was an enlightening and partially shamanistic laundry experience, one I certainly will not forget. 

Another year or so later, I hired three more backup singers to accompany me through rush hour traffic. The night was dark and drizzly and the traffic slow moving - perfectly miserable and mundane conditions for soulful backup. 

The video of the first two of these performances has been edited, but my technological ineptitude leaves me waiting for assistance in the uploading process. Traffic backup can be viewed by clicking on the image of the ladies in pinky purple wigs. More videos and backup performances coming soon.