I’ve switched from a holiday singer to a year round singer at the Silverlake Music Conservatory Glee Club (or the Silverlake singers as some prefer). I’m not very good, but I figure the more I practice the better I’ll get and it is a chorus, so I feel like I can blend in. Sometimes I even pretend sing. I’m that bad. I’m dedicated to improvement, I try to make all the rehearsals and I even tried to take a sight-reading class. I tried real hard, but had to quit, it made no sense to me whatsoever.
Here’s the reason I signed up for this season; I really like being part of a musical community. I love listening to the children’s chorus rehearse before us. (See my Johnny in the back row? So handsome.)
I love when coach needs a guitar player and six folks raise their hands. I love seeing musical instrument cases come and go with the wee ones, listening to a bunch of adolescent boys play horns and I love the piano man. What a gift, all of it.
I’m sure there’s scientific proof that singing raises the world vibration, but I don’t need it. I know it does. We all know, which at our core is why we sing together.
You know, when you hit 60 as a member of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, you gotta go. They show you the door. Bye bye. That could be me in another 5 years, but I don’t fret, I’ll still be singing with the Silverlake Glee Club. And I’m hoping I’ll be pretty good by then.
Sing a song.