Saturday, I was in great anticipation for singing karaoke later in the evening. As always, on the day of the event, when I even think about singing, I get butterflies (pterodactyls) in my belly. I was concerned about how well I would sing, my vocal power and range, and how many songs I would be able to do before my voice would blow out. I was a
(
Read more... )
Comments 3
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
We were in LA for a wedding (technically a commitment ceremony) between two friends, one of whom is a member of my old singing group - The Hot Cross Nuns. The Nuns performed for the reception, and talk about having to pull lyrics out of your butt. We haven't sung together in years, and we're fine - IF there's sheet music in front of us. But us old ladies pulled it out with a minimum of goofs, and most (if not all) were probably unnoticeable to the attendees (one of whom was Ray Wise - the Devil in the TV show Reaper - he gave me a hug and a smooch - sigh - and told us we were great).
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment