I’ve always loved music and I’ve always loved to sing, but I spent most of my adult life believing that I just didn’t have the voice for it. I haven’t sung with a group since junior high choir and I haven’t sung in public since elementary school. Neither experience was exactly “Glee” quality–we weren’t taught to read music or to warm up our voices. Instead we were separated into groups and then had a go at mangling the song du jour.
Still, I desperately wanted to sing and envied those who could. Finally, in this my 44th year, I broke down and decided to go see a vocal coach whose studio is nearby. My hopes weren’t high: I went hoping she could salvage my voice and maybe shape it into something passable.
You really can’t imagine my joy at being told that yes, I COULD SING! Yes, I’m still an alto. Yes, I fall on and off pitch. Yes, I need to practice. But no, I’m not tone deaf, I can hear and match the notes and with some work I should BE ABLE TO SING!!!! IN PUBLIC!!!
[A brief pause while I do a Julie-Andrews-like rendition of the “Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Music”. Spin, spin, spin, fall over. Thank you. Back to the blog.]
With that one pronouncement, I feel like doors that were previously closed to me are springing open. I could sing anything. With anyone. Anywhere. At any time. No limits. Only opportunities.
So that’s where I am now: wildly happy and working hard. Warming up my voice every evening. Training my ear to hear the pitch changes. Doing my musical homework. And going to singing class once a week.
Sometimes one lesson can change your whole life. 🙂