My mother claims to be completely unmusical.
She refuses to sing in public even though she has a nice rich alto voice.
And she hates it when musicians ask the audience to clap along during concerts. She complains that she can’t find the beat. In fear of being that person clapping when no one else is, she spends the whole time watching the people around her and trying to clap when they do.
Then this weekend we were driving and had the local classical station on in the car. It was a warm day. The windows were down and my mother had her arm hanging outside.
Without realizing it she was keeping perfect time to the music on the radio.
Her hand moved in beautiful, unconscious sweeping motions. Graceful and rhythmic. She looked like she was conducting the orchestra.
Unmusical, my foot.