Well, yes, everyone can sing. Let me be more specific. I have joined the choir at church. I’d always wanted to sing in a choir, but, you know, I can’t sing. But this choir is, um, not discriminating. They welcomed me in before I’d sung a note, and finally, after several weeks, the director asked me to sing solo, just for him and the piano, so he’d know how best to use me. I was quite relaxed – it was already clear that no matter how badly I sing, I wouldn’t be kicked out of the choir.
So I sang for David as he explored my range, which is actually probably a whole octave. I sang intervals, and then I sang Of Thee I Sing (Sweet land of liberty …). When we were finished, he said my singing is lovely. He is the sweetest thing because I know very well it is a little less than mediocre. Although, really, I do sing in tune. Mostly.
So I’m an alto. Even though I play the piano, and should know better, I had assumed I’d be singing melody, just a little lower than the sopranos. Of course that’s not what altos do. So I’m learning to sing harmony and that is much harder than the melody.
There are some people in the choir who are actually talented, David foremost among them. And isn’t it lovely that they don’t mind singing next to someone like me? It’s all about the joy, not the renown.
So listen, world: I can sing!
(Next time, I’m going to give you my pumpkin bread recipe. I guarantee it’s the best pumpkin bread you’ve ever had, even better than your snippy sister-in-law’s.)