From The Storyteller
June 22, 2019, Music
“Play or sing, play or sing, play or sing, PLAY, play or sing…” College Music 101 and the professor is deciding how each of us will perform our final musical piece. The instrument for the class is the recorder, and after singing the scales we are told our options. I am the only person with PLAY as my sole option.
I’m not surprised. I have a history of being deselected where actual singing is involved. When my church started a children’s choir, for some unstated reason, I was the only one not chosen. In high school, my performing arts class cast me as part of the jury in the “Devil and Daniel Webster”, music option zero. No school choir, no church choir, and my college result as expected.
Which leads me to my gift of not being able to sing well. I enjoy all types of music, and handle radios, records, and CD’s well. Live performances, however, really strike a chord in me (pun intended). If I had the ability to sing well, I can only imagine how different my life would be.
Yes, I do believe I would have been lured down the path of a “Wanabe Musician”. A “Wannabe Musician” is a person who will load a thousand dollars’ worth of equipment, into a $500 car, to drive 100 miles, to play for two hours, for fifty bucks. Because this life style does not lend itself to a law practice or pastoring Methodist churches, my life would definitely be different.
Today I play most of my music in my head, and I always sound great. My bride, who has a beautiful voice, allows me to sing next to her in church and occasionally while we are driving. Personally, I like how things have turned out.
Moral: Being deselected is not always bad.