In love with music.
I'm singing again and I didn't imagine, even three years ago, that I'd be doing the things that I'm doing with my voice now. I just couldn't figure out how, when I lived in the most remote town in the lower 48, life would ever lead me back to music.
Serendipity, I guess, exists and is stranger than fiction. I moved to a place where an old music friend lived, AND happened to direct a decent choir. I'm not sure if that's luck or the over-hyped law of attraction (if so, then there are lots of other things coming my way if that stuff is true), but here I am singing.
Tomorrow, I have a sweet solo at the big morning service; I'm singing Mozart's Laudate Dominum. Finding a place to breathe in this thing is really tricky. If it turns out half decent I'll let you all know.
In a month, I have a huge solo with a string quartet that promises to be sublime in its Haydn baroque overload. It is also an evensong service with tons of early music, including a killer Tudor anthem and a Magnificat and Nunc Dimittis by Orlando Gibbons, who was and still is a genius.
To bring it back around to my title, my reintroduction to performing music has been a total love fest, a shocking, passionate affair that has been fairly consuming. I do this for free. Even if I eventually got paid, I would still do it for free. So no matter what happens tomorrow morning, I will be grateful for the opportunity to share myself with people and hope that that's what comes through, even if my technique is still being polished. I am sounding alright. I am sure, by the next month's solo, that I will sound like I know what I am doing (I sort of do now). I'm no impostor, nor am I a rank amateur; I've done this before. It's just strange putting it all back together again after so long.
I love nature and I love hiking, but this...singing, music...is my paramour. Doing it again is the best Valentine's Day gift I could ever receive.
UPDATE: The solo went well (save one teeny, tiny spot that went unnoticed by most). I'm not complaining, though. It came off better than I thought it would--the choir was really on considering our diminished numbers this morning. Many people came up to me after and were profuse in their compliments. I doesn't get better than that. I must have done something good.
Serendipity, I guess, exists and is stranger than fiction. I moved to a place where an old music friend lived, AND happened to direct a decent choir. I'm not sure if that's luck or the over-hyped law of attraction (if so, then there are lots of other things coming my way if that stuff is true), but here I am singing.
Tomorrow, I have a sweet solo at the big morning service; I'm singing Mozart's Laudate Dominum. Finding a place to breathe in this thing is really tricky. If it turns out half decent I'll let you all know.
In a month, I have a huge solo with a string quartet that promises to be sublime in its Haydn baroque overload. It is also an evensong service with tons of early music, including a killer Tudor anthem and a Magnificat and Nunc Dimittis by Orlando Gibbons, who was and still is a genius.
To bring it back around to my title, my reintroduction to performing music has been a total love fest, a shocking, passionate affair that has been fairly consuming. I do this for free. Even if I eventually got paid, I would still do it for free. So no matter what happens tomorrow morning, I will be grateful for the opportunity to share myself with people and hope that that's what comes through, even if my technique is still being polished. I am sounding alright. I am sure, by the next month's solo, that I will sound like I know what I am doing (I sort of do now). I'm no impostor, nor am I a rank amateur; I've done this before. It's just strange putting it all back together again after so long.
I love nature and I love hiking, but this...singing, music...is my paramour. Doing it again is the best Valentine's Day gift I could ever receive.
UPDATE: The solo went well (save one teeny, tiny spot that went unnoticed by most). I'm not complaining, though. It came off better than I thought it would--the choir was really on considering our diminished numbers this morning. Many people came up to me after and were profuse in their compliments. I doesn't get better than that. I must have done something good.
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When this woman sings, I get goose bumps. I'd travel miles through thorny bushes, cross deep rivers, and go hours without water to hear her sweet melodious voice reverberate against canyon or cathedral walls. Run, don't walk, to experience her magnificence.
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