Dreaming of being discovered in the elevator
I passed by a woman at work in the halls today. By my terrible estimates, she was mid 40s. She was quietly singing a version of a spiritual song and it was so calming. As she passed, I found myself thinking “I hope she doesn’t ever stop.” Take license that I was thinking that towards you today, too ❤️
Well, while I never embarrassed my kids by singing in the supermarket (though I've embarrassed them infinite times), singing was my thing all of my life, until years of second-hand smoke did a number on my lungs--or so a pulmonologist told me when I asked him why I could no longer sing.
Singing was my dream, too, and I thought I was pretty good at it, but I had a second problem: My throat closed tight and wouldn't release whenever I tried to sing in front of a crowd. I had perfect pitch and a pretty good range until I thought there might be an audience. Then they both abandoned me.
It may be why I became a writer. I could do it without having to face real people in real time. LOL.
I loved this, Nicci. And I love that you still feel the need to sing your heart out!
I'm still actively trying to be "discovered" Nicci! So I totally get your secret desire. Singing is such a powerful and strange thing that is handsomely rewarded or utterly shunned. We love voices almost instantly or we hate them. Years ago when I was working on my second album, I was sitting with the engineer during mixing and he had isolated Shawn Mullins's backing vocal on one of my songs. Shawn's voice lit up the entire breadth of the spectrum analyzer (LEDs that show audio frequency signal), while most people have kind of a hump in one frequency range. His voice is special and distinctive and it's why he had that huge hit back in the day. Keep singing because it brings you joy, and who knows, maybe YOU might discover you! Thanks for sharing this piece, I loved it.
Had the same dream of being "discovered", but as a drummer. Surely a major label A&R person comes to a local bar to hear a cover band play...right? It could happen.
I'm a terrible singer and I'm often narrating my day through songs I write on spot: "La la la, I'm using the Starbucks instant pouch because I'm too lazy to grind beans, too lazy to grind beans, toooooo laaaaazy to grind beeeeeans."