Divine Justice

Oh, here's a cosmic love note to all the singers we heard on the tour. Especially those who wore jersey dresses or conspicuous panty lines...

Some background: I trained as a singer, but haven't really kept up with things since taking my current position. My singing is now limited principally to my shower and automobile, with some occasional choral gigs and such. I don't miss the internal pressure - of always having to be on top of my game, of struggling to reconcile what I want to sound like with the actuality, of hearing "Don't suck!" in my head over and over again before opening my mouth. But, bottom line is, I still love to sing, and will seldom turn down the opportunity.

Current situation: I'm singing with some colleagues for the office Christmas party. Fun stuff- arrangements of carols and such. It's a blast: I work with some really creative people, and it's a joy to be able to make literal music with them.

Refinement: I have a solo. GAH! And I can't sing it from my car or my bathroom. (I already asked.) (Don'tsuck!Don'tsuck!Don'tsuck!Don'tsuck!Don'tsuck!Don'tsuck!Don'tsuck!)

Further refinement: What the heck am I going to wear?? After my somewhat harsh critiques of singers, I find myself on the other side of the issue, wondering if I own anything that's festive enough for a party that won't show how I breathe or shake if I get nervous.

So, if you're wondering if I was talking about you in any of those posts, know that I'm terrorizing myself over this little performance. Revenge is sweet, right?

I'm thinking velvet... wish me luck!


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