A didgeridoo is an aboriginal wind instrument prominent in Australia.
Actually I’m a whole buncha Irish.
Fun fact: I speak Texan fluently. I even think Texan. It would be embarrassing if Texans weren’t so dang proud. Imma proud Texan too! We fought at the Alamo dang it!
But I don’t really care for country music. (Yes, I don’t even like Taylor Swift.) In fact I love the deep throaty swoon and slide of jazzy Frank Sinatra. Or the rebel tones of Celine Dion, the soul of Ella Fitzgerald. My favorite song to sing randomly: “Somewhere over the rainbow…. bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why, then oh why, can’t I?
Having been involved in some sort of musical group since I was just five years old, music kind of defines me. Before I could be in a choir at school, I was in the church choir. In fourth grade I tried out for the “Honor Kids” choir. And conned my parents into getting me to school by 7:15 for rehearsal. I tried out for All-Region in junior high and was always in the top ten chairs. Every solo I tried out for, even though I didn’t get as many as I’d like. I was a haughty first soprano, but that didn’t stop me from convincing my choir teacher to let me sing alto one year. I was determined to sing the highest and the lowest in my choir. I achieved the former and nearly got the latter. I have an annoying ear. I cannot watch the Phantom of the Opera without cringing. Gerard Butler is not a singer. Nor is anyone else in that movie for that matter. The vowels and tone…. blah!!!! Don’t get me started. I have a cd of the highlights from the Phantom of the Opera of the Original Broadway Cast. I still listen to it and think well if here she just used straight tone, or if he did this. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a million times better than the movie. I think I’m having choir withdrawals. I have been singing almost nonstop recently. I don’t even care what people think either. I used to not sing outside of the choir room or on stage because I didn’t want to be singled out or criticized, but now I just belt out what I want when I want. Especially since I have the house to myself quite a bit during the weekdays. I’ll plug in recordings of my past choir songs we did and sing along just like I was onstage. Sometimes I even sing the solo I didn’t get. (gasp)
Music can make me happy. It can make me cry. It can make me dance even though I’m not sure I know how to. Music can bring strangers together, even if just for a few minutes. Music can be moving, or it can be fun. Music is as multicultural as the world. Music is as aged as time. “Music makes the world go rou-ound!!!”