My other, other love.

Singing.

Ah....such bittersweet stuff for me. Singing holds a mystique for me that painting and writing do not. It's 50 times the anxiety. It's 50 times the enjoyment, though- when I succeed.

I've failed to succeed in it many times. Whether that refers to solo's I sang in choir that frequently botched or my failed college experience as a voice major- it all cuts me. I love, love to sing. I annoy the crap out of everyone close to me because I can't stop. If I wrote or draw as much as I sang, I'd be awesome.

I've had to face the facts, though. My voice is good, but not particularly wonderful or magnetic to anyone. I can sing a mean harmony. And I love to sing along with someone else. I am so glad to have the opportunity to sing with some friends in their band. Did I talk about this already? If so, forgive me. You'll hear it again.

The band is called Hickory Wind and they are an Emmylou Harris cover band. I had no idea what this meant at first, but when I started listening to her music, I realized something- I like country.

I'm sorry, but I guess I do. I love sad, sappy goodness, so how did this genre escape me for so long?

On Friday, I met with Cheryl and we ran through some harmonies to get us tightened up before a performance we have next weekend. I brought a digital recorder so I could listen to the parts later and I'm going to *attempt* to post a couple here. I have no clue if this is possible because I'm a techno-loser.


Yeah...it didn't work. I need some sort of conversion software for it- I'll get it to work someday.

Anyway, there are a lot of gigs I get to be at in the next couple of months. I'm pretty excited.