You know what?<\/p>\n
I sing all the time. I always have. One of my first memories is of my Grandmother complaining to my mother that although I had a very nice singing voice, it was not appropriate for a 4 year old to since songs from the musical Hair. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t sing and read.<\/p>\n
If I went to church, it was mostly because of the choir. <\/p>\n
In elementary school, we had an amazing music teacher. Our choir made records. I was in a group that performed all over town. We did musical plays. <\/p>\n
It was important to me, but I never really thought of myself as a musician because I don’t play an instrument well. <\/p>\n
As an adult, I didn’t have an outlet for it. I sing in the car. At home. On walks. Any time no one else is in the house, I am singing, but not in an organized way. Aside from one bad experience, never with a band. I didn’t realize that I even missed it. A few weeks ago I sang with another friend but it was a little intimidating. <\/p>\n
I had one very negative experience singing with a band as an adult, so I really shied away from singing in public. <\/p>\n
Tonight a friend came over and we sang. He played his ukulele. I just sang. He figured out chords. I songbirded. For some reason I wasn’t a bit self conscious about it. We ate pizza and drank beer and sang some more. <\/p>\n
I had the best time. <\/p>\n
So…<\/p>\n
I sing every day. Every day. Why did it feel so good to sing with Paddy?<\/p>\n
There is just something about being able to sing and know that someone is hearing your voice. And it’s good. The feeling, I mean. My voice is fine, but the feeling I get from sharing my voice is something I didn’t even realize I had missed. <\/p>\n
Thanks, Paddy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"