As a result of doing so, I got to enjoy that wonderful sensation that is relieved by Imodium. This is what my singing does…so it is good for something. The thing is I can play instruments but as far as my voice goes, what I hear internally has nothing to do with the sound that comes out of my mouth.
So I don’t sing.
I used to whistle, loudly and enthusiastically, my favorite Glen Miller songs or various classical pieces until that fateful day when a molar that had a shoddy root canal done had to be removed. I did mention this to the oral surgeon that did the extraction, but he responded as did anyone, with a little laugh. I found this activity quite soothing and I have lured more than one unsuspecting senior to the window of my cab only to be disappointed that I was not their age. Moonlight Serenade is one of my favorites and also seemed to have the biggest draw. It was always the same, senior approaches the window with a big smile only to have it drop once they saw I was the one whistling a song that brought back fond memories to them. To have the soundstage suddenly and forever altered was not a joyful thing at all. I miss being able to do this.
So, I bring up singing because we expect some on tomorrow’s show. Here is the link.
The time is approaching for guitar lessons, isn’t it about time I learned to play the things hanging on my bedroom wall?
Time to sign off,