I feel great! I feel better than I’ve felt in months! Friday night I cranked up the stereo, broke out the cleaning supplies, and started to work. I managed to get the kitchen and living room done before the smells and dust got to me. And I sang. I sang, panting sometimes from the cleaning stuff, but I belted out the words to some of my favorite songs as if I were on Broadway. I’m sure my neighbors really enjoyed the show!
But, after my neighbor’s party the other night, his big screen television with person-sized speakers (in a little apartment) and his own singing kicks – I figure paybacks are hell buddy.
So, this is my confession for the week. I love to sing. Mind you I don’t really have a voice, or any musical talent to speak of – but when I’m feeling down singing almost always makes me feel better. How can you be depressed and sing at the same time? And Friday night I was so happy to have the energy to do more than be an ornament on my couch that I couldn’t help but sing.
Oh how I envy people with nice voices. Mine is mediocre. It’s okay, but not great. With a little training it might be better, but my musical career came to an abrupt halt in the ninth grade.
When I was younger I was very involved with several choirs. In junior high I was part of a youth choir that went on tour all over the country in the summer. I used to make the neighborhood kids sit and endure my “performances” just sure that one day I’d do this singing thing for real.
But, when I arrived at Osterholz American High School, it didn’t take long to figure out the choir just wasn’t very good. People probably would have paid us not to perform. The debate program however (Model United Nations and Model Senate) was very good and they got to travel. So, it wasn’t long before I chucked singing in exchange for debate trips all over Europe.
I’ve been on a Nicole Nordeman kick lately. I love her voice. She also has a number of songs that I like because they aren’t quite your usual contemporary Christian sugary sweetness. Many of her songs depict a kind of human frailty that, to me, seems so much more honest.
But, after my neighbor’s party the other night, his big screen television with person-sized speakers (in a little apartment) and his own singing kicks – I figure paybacks are hell buddy.
So, this is my confession for the week. I love to sing. Mind you I don’t really have a voice, or any musical talent to speak of – but when I’m feeling down singing almost always makes me feel better. How can you be depressed and sing at the same time? And Friday night I was so happy to have the energy to do more than be an ornament on my couch that I couldn’t help but sing.
Oh how I envy people with nice voices. Mine is mediocre. It’s okay, but not great. With a little training it might be better, but my musical career came to an abrupt halt in the ninth grade.
When I was younger I was very involved with several choirs. In junior high I was part of a youth choir that went on tour all over the country in the summer. I used to make the neighborhood kids sit and endure my “performances” just sure that one day I’d do this singing thing for real.
But, when I arrived at Osterholz American High School, it didn’t take long to figure out the choir just wasn’t very good. People probably would have paid us not to perform. The debate program however (Model United Nations and Model Senate) was very good and they got to travel. So, it wasn’t long before I chucked singing in exchange for debate trips all over Europe.
I’ve been on a Nicole Nordeman kick lately. I love her voice. She also has a number of songs that I like because they aren’t quite your usual contemporary Christian sugary sweetness. Many of her songs depict a kind of human frailty that, to me, seems so much more honest.
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