Almost all of my favorite memories involve singing.
Is that strange?
Singing while walking by myself, on the playground, in the woods or in the town
Singing around a campfire
I loved singing to my grandmother in her backyard, watching her face in the candelight
Sitting under a tree, singing hours of stories to each other
Singing at funerals, singing on the phone, the shower, the car, while hiking or arm in arm
Being so comfortable with a lover, that song would be as likely as conversation
Singing. Not always well, not always perfectly, but music just from your body to my body.
I'm spending a lot of time and money in developing a stronger technique. I found a great teacher who believes in me and my instrument and it's worth it...to continue to practice this joy.
The only sad part is when the people singing with me get quieter. Let's sing raucously together when we're singing together! Please?
"For the mockingbird in the swamp never studied the gamut, but trills pretty well to me" said Whitman
And even musical theatre's next great hope sings in an amazing performance without the best vocal values on this beautiful and touching video:
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(I especially love it when he says My Wife!)