12.8.09 bodies buried at the holiday party

Once upon a time I loved singing in front of people. I could walk into a room or onto a stage and open my mouth and be reasonably assured that the sounds that emerged would be controllable and familiar.  Even in French or Italian or German...I would do a decent job. I, well, wouldn't suck.

And then I stopped singing in front of people...there are lots of folks who sing better than I and all that. And on the odd occasion that I'd open my mouth in public to sing, the results were less than consistent.

Sometimes? I sucked. In public.

Or, perhaps more charitably, I was so uncomfortable that the experience sucked.

Sucked like a Hoover freakin' vacuum, my friends.

Tonight was fun.
A little Sufjan Stevens with a group of colleagues who play and sing and collaborate well and generously? Heck, Christmas came early!

Add to that a talented colleague who suggested a last-minute addition to the program, and then said "never mind - next year"...taking the onus of performing off my plate. And then add a dear dear friend who said "C'mon....pleeease?" and another friend who said "I'll play bass!" and a well-timed glass of shiraz and well, I sang in public.

And liked it.

Liked. It.

Merry Christmas! I got what I wanted. Before I even knew I wanted it.

My five:
  1. Being pushed out of my comfort zone.
  2. Collaboration. I can't begin to tell you how important this is to me, in all aspects of my life.
  3. Comfort food. 
  4. Playing music with friends...I can't emphasize how rejuvenating, invigorating, all-things-*ing it is!
  5. Happiness.


Anonymous said…
I think last night my need to hear my good friend sing my favorite Christmas song far outweighed your desire to not sing in public. And I have to say, I'm glad I won this round. Because I think you won too. Much love.
rahree said…
i think maybe we both won. :)

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