My OperaSinging
Tuesday, August 28, 2007 11:01:50 AM
Singing was such an important part of my life from as far back as i can remember.
i had noticed over the years that "other things" effected what i sang and in some cases if i sang at all.
Some time ago i noticed that i was not singing as much. i also noticed that my appearance was changing, i also noticed what i thought about was changing, and all of this time no one around me, my closest and dearest friends didn't say a word; they said nothing. So as the absence of song became more the norm in my life i also noticed that there was an increase of complaints and criticism about one thing or another that i was doing or not doing; by myself to myself, to others or by others to me or to others that i'd happen to hear about one way or another. But no one asked: "What happening to your singing"? So years passed and i changed in ways that did not please me...i became someone else. In psych they study people like me who change over time...they "try and figure out what went wrong" more often than not missing some of the simplest questions and clues.
The other day i felt like singing and was singing all day. Strangers that i passed in the hall smiled and had positive comments. i had forgotten how much singing meant to me but it seemed that even my closest friends never connected the dots. In a way they allowed me to slip into darkness. Funny how much that happens these days with people: friends, family, neighbors, governments, countries.
Is it any wonder that when stories get told, especially Sci-Fi stories the alliens more often than not attempt to kill the disease?
( They said "Kill it before it grows" from I shot the Sherrif by Eric Clapton )
Something else needs to be here but i am not sure exactly what it is.
i had noticed over the years that "other things" effected what i sang and in some cases if i sang at all.
Some time ago i noticed that i was not singing as much. i also noticed that my appearance was changing, i also noticed what i thought about was changing, and all of this time no one around me, my closest and dearest friends didn't say a word; they said nothing. So as the absence of song became more the norm in my life i also noticed that there was an increase of complaints and criticism about one thing or another that i was doing or not doing; by myself to myself, to others or by others to me or to others that i'd happen to hear about one way or another. But no one asked: "What happening to your singing"? So years passed and i changed in ways that did not please me...i became someone else. In psych they study people like me who change over time...they "try and figure out what went wrong" more often than not missing some of the simplest questions and clues.
The other day i felt like singing and was singing all day. Strangers that i passed in the hall smiled and had positive comments. i had forgotten how much singing meant to me but it seemed that even my closest friends never connected the dots. In a way they allowed me to slip into darkness. Funny how much that happens these days with people: friends, family, neighbors, governments, countries.
Is it any wonder that when stories get told, especially Sci-Fi stories the alliens more often than not attempt to kill the disease?
( They said "Kill it before it grows" from I shot the Sherrif by Eric Clapton )
Something else needs to be here but i am not sure exactly what it is.
KryptoniteKrypto # Saturday, September 8, 2007 11:24:17 AM