#singing problem

[sherlock-and-who-blog]

Now that I’m done with my show, If I ever hear that song again, it will be too soon.

[ianbanksjones]

On Vocals (or not...)

One thing has always been a given. There are literally billions of things that I can't do. I'm quite proficient at finding things that I am unable to do. In fact, I think of it as something of an art form. Other than the ordinary, I have always had one skill, one extra card on most people. My given. I have a voice. When I open my mouth, a sound which is a rough approximation of that that I want comes out. It's a functional voice, rather than fireworks, but it suits me fine. I can manage a fairly big range, being able to sing both vocal lines of 18 With A Bullet, or The Lion Sleeps Tonight comfortably. On Monday, I climbed into the car to go on holiday. My wife in the other car, kids in the back with their DVD player. A chance to let rip (vocally speaking). iPod on random. First Song, Maybe Tomorrow by The Stereophonics. I begin to sing. Nothing comes out. Must be a freak. Try another song. Same response. I feel like a plane in a climb, stalling. I'm falling now. Was it shouting at the kids? Is it years of general abuse to the voice? Is this permanent? However you look at this, I'm scared. For the first time in a long time, I'm actually scared.