Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Here I am, at the age of 47, finally singing in a band. Who would have believed it?

Should Mephistopheles have shown up in my alchemical workshop ten years ago and offered to swap my soul for Aretha's voice, I might have been tempted. Aretha Franklin, Sam Cook, Otis Redding . . . they're the real singers. I am merely a dedicated car warbler who likes to switch back and forth among all the Belle & Sebastian harmony parts just for the fun of it. But last night, as we were practicing that Crosby, Stills, & Nash song "Love the One You're With" (full disclosure: I am not a CSN fan, possibly because of David Crosby's horrible hair), and we got to the chorus, and our three voices hit the song's final high meshed chord, I could tell we all had the frisson. There's such glory in getting those sounds exactly right. Who cares if we ever perform it in public? The moment itself was perfect.


Ruth said...

When it is right, it is RIGHT!

Maureen said...

I think it's great you're in a band and singing!

Dawn Potter said...

I really am enjoying it . . . such a change after all these years of being such a solitary worker.