"Fair is just a word, my Darlin."
This, of course, drove them crazy. More so, I observed, as they maneuvered through their teen years.
Interestingly, that was an era in which I took even greater joy in my little catch phrase. Ooohh, the yin yang of it all!
Well. My Kenny and Torie Montana have an opportunity to call it back to me for I'm now crying, "This is isn't fair!"
How, I ask, can a woman who's said to have a "mesmerizing" speaking voice not be able to carry a tune if her very life depended upon it. It just isn't fair!
Naturally this is not a news flash in my life. My own mother gave up hope years ago. The very minute she now hears any melody attempting escape from my lips, she says, "Laurie, honey, you're singing again."
But, it occurred to me a few months ago - as I was harmonizing with Sugarland in the car - the only place I can sing without being asked to stop - that perhaps the problem was I had forever been attempting the role of soprano. Should I have been sitting - all these years - in the alto chair?
While it might be late in life to begin a career in music, with a little practice I could surely improve my joyful noise. Maybe those around me might then cease with this cruel covering of their ears. Maybe I might never again hear those cruel words, "Make it stop!"
Ever the eternal optimist, I simply began practicing. Yes, in the car.
I've lately begun unveiling my personal discovery - via live performances - to those closest to me.
My question now is this: Where do you find people who'll tell you exactly what you want to hear? I've surrounded myself with those compelled to share only their honest thoughts. Brutally honest thoughts I might add. Apparently my circle hasn't the dimmest concept of sugar coating.
"Hhhmmm...no. Laurie, you still can't sing."
It's SO unfair!
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