Last winter, we joined an intergenerational folk choir. The girls and I participated with a group of folks at the senior center, lots of families, and lots of amazing musicians. I was in choir from 6th through 13th grade (yes, I even did it for a semester in college) and miss it like crazy. I spent several years thinking I would become a choir teacher (I knew I wanted to be a teacher for my whole life, I just kept changing my mind about the subject!) but dropped that dream when I realized I didn’t the kind of piano playing ability you HAVE to have to be a good music teacher. (This is why my children WILL LEARN to play piano. It’s just handy.)
ANYWAY. I love singing! I’m good at it!
For a long time I was most comfortable in group situations, but after doing a solo in choir, I’ve decided to try and act on my lifelong desire to perform on my own (whether in my living room or whatever… I just want to do this more). It’s kind of like how I felt when I realized I wanted to be a teacher: well, I’d better get over being fearful of public speaking. Shyness be damned!
I practice every day in my car during my commute, mostly Joni Mitchell (I like her range). Brian and I are trying to learn some songs to play together — Neil Young, GBV. The theme to Littlest Pet Shop. I’d love to have a group of people who sing and play instruments just to hang out with. Basically, our own little version of Choir! Choir! Choir!. I could definitely teach people to sing Fleetwood Mac songs, and Meatloaf, too.
I need a dude to harmonize with, any takers? Brian can play guitar. I can play tambourine, like Robert Plant.
Family Folk Machine starts back up on Saturday. Woo!