A Singer’s High

There is something incredible about the moments of silence that follow something powerful. For just a few seconds, everything pauses to absorb the impact of what has just occurred. There is no rustling of papers or jackets, no coughing, no speaking; you can still hear the ringing of the words or notes that came before. Everything is suspended in the previous moment, like they don’t want to give it up so they’re going to extend it as long as possible.

Recently, I had the opportunity to perform in two shows and then attend one all in the same weekend. Even though it was a long and tiring weekend, it was a great one for just this reason. All three shows had several moments like this. They lift you out of whatever fog you might be in, whatever worries or physical pains are bogging you down. It’s incredibly hard to describe to someone .

I love that moment. I get passionate and excited about it. It’s my favorite part of performing – the moment when a song is over and everything came together and the audience in enraptured. As the director’s hands come down, I can’t help the huge smile that crosses my face. If there’s a singer’s high, that is it.


the challenge, part 1

So, a while back I posted about a challenge that Starbucks had inadvertently issued me to be more musical.  It’s a bit of a challenge as an adult to find the time and the opportunity to do something in an amateur capacity, but today I took a step toward meeting that challenge: I auditioned with the local community chorale.

It’s been years since I auditioned for a formal, classical opportunity.  Singing in church is great, but it isn’t really awesome for my voice.  Anything that would be conformable for me would be too high for everyone else, and the entire point of worship music is for everyone to participate.  So I left for the audition feeling really nervous.  There weren’t may people there (whew!) and everyone was really nice.  I sang My Country Tis of Thee and did some scales and sight reading.  I’m terrible at sight reading!  In the end, it was ok as far as auditions go.  The thing that stuck out to me is just how small the world really is.  The director knew my high school choir director…I guess there’s something to be said for going far from home?

Now all I have to do is wait…

the challenge

Years ago, Starbucks (unknowingly!) issued me a challenge: live life more musically. At the time, if I lived life any more musically I would have been the sheet music. But now that’s not so true and I would love to get back to that place – just minus the crazy dictator/director. So here’s to bringing back the music!