Singing the Blues

What is it about my art? I am a hick!

I went to music class today and after years of singing in the car and being the ultimate belter of great music, in class, I croaked!

My prof told us that we could sing any song from the book. I glanced over the list and chose "Sing" from Sesame Street. The accompanist started to play and everyone laughed as I threw up my hands, "Wait! This isn't like the Muppets on Sesame Street!" Too much range. I have a vocal range that goes from A to B.

I was perplexed and my prof asked me what was going through my mind. I said, "That you can't keep me here past 1:50 when class gets out." She started laughing and then glared, "I'll keep you in here as long as I want and you'll do as I say!" She was loudly singing with me, "Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear. . . just sing! Sing a song!"

I have to laugh at myself. What I was really thinking was that linguistics wasn't so terrible after all, nor is my statistics class. I got to stats a few minutes after singing and did well.

I am not as stupid as I write about myself. This is about how I am feeling. I am not failing anything I like I was failing Russian. The singing is a terrible exposure and I feel quite vulnerable. Such is life. Next week it will be better. I am using my recorder to figure out the beat of the songs we have in the book.