First a note: My friendly neighborhood wife informed me she thought I had typos remaining in my posts. 'Twas not true. Where I leave the "g's" off of words (like thinkin, stinkin, and all the "ins")...it's because I mostly write the way I talk. Ok...onto the actual subject: Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togetha...today.
Actually no. Music is. Music is a huge part of my life. I write it, sing it, and perform it. It takes me forever to learn lyrics that aren't mine...but I still love the same songs I can't memorize. It can express any emotion we feel at a given time. It can bring me back to a specific time in my life. It can be healing or even just plain silly. It has been my proposal of marriage, and my wedding reception first dance song...both from my own hand. It is something at which I've improved over the years, but was developed without professional training. In other words...God blessed me with this gift. I did nothing to earn it, deserve it, or make it happen.
Yes...I was involved in children's choir in grade school. But I was also dressed down by the former sister who was once my third grade teacher for singing "like you're 30." Perhaps I may have her permission to now that I'm almost 37. Who says that to a kid? Thing is...maybe that made me better without my realizing it. Has it bothered me? You bet. But typing this made me think it may have been just the thing that made me want to be better. Only God knows for sure.
Yes...I was with the music ministry of two different prayer communities (and got to sing at World Youth Day 2002 in Canada, co-wrote and sang a song in front of a conference full of people, and made a cd with the music ministry ). Yes...I was briefly a member of the seminary choir. Yes...I attempted to record as a solo act for a very, very short and fruitless time. I know as a fact that experience helped me grow as an artist. There was a man who gave vocal advice. I retained at least one major piece of information he shared with me. Man was that helpful! So perhaps I WAS trained vocally and otherwise without realizing it.
I made many failed attempts at connecting with others to make music. I finally caught on with a friend of mine and formed a short-lived project we called Chester Scenic. That was also invaluable experience. Things went a year or two, then there was a lot of misunderstanding between us. Fast Forward...peace was made, and a fun reunion show was played. Better yet...a friendship was renewed. My friend helped me put my re-worked proposal on guitar, then hashed out my first dance song with me. Weeks later, it was finally ready to record. My wedding day and even our story is yet another one for another time.
Point is, like I said... it always came naturally...though I had a lot of help developing it. I'm writing about music simply because that's what on my mind at this time. It is my lifeline at times. It helped me deal with what was then the longest (and in the running for craziest) relationship I was in before I met Theresa. It has been silly fun, annoying, tedious, faith affirming, but never boring.
Music has a way of touching our souls like no other medium (and no...I'm not talkin about psychics. My sign...is the Sign of the Cross haha). So perhaps I'll stop here for now, and in the next post share some of my personal musical history with you a little more. This one could go on for a while. Or not. I guess we'll see. Sound good? Okie doke...Peace and all good!
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