Frustrated Singer
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I am a frustrated singer! Yes, I really really am.I thought I was musically inclined all my life , during the earlier years of which I felt I could effortlessly belt out any song in mind, but later on my teenage years I started noticing major changes in the vocal range that I had become cynical about the entire thought.
You know as early as I was 3 (ca 1985), I asked my Dad to buy me a Lionel Richie record "Can't Slow Down," so I could listen and sing to it everyday. "Stuck On You" and the smash hit "Hello" had the most engrossing melodies for me then, and categorically speaking, Lionel Richie was my music deity. I so... idolized him, and the record was the single most precious thing in my life (well, along with the favorite cutlery. hehe!). It could be possible that my parents and some of my titas found some musical potential in me. I never bothered to ask them if they did, though. (I hope they really did =)) Well Actually, my brother and I would most often give our jovial rendition of the Top 40s in the presence of my mom's friends in the local Tandang Sora neighborhood. Kuya would get really funky with his Gary V and Randy Santiago moves, while I sang Sunday School Christian songs. lolz! I had Lionel Richie covers, but of course I would invent some words to fill in the missing lyrics.
I've embraced music as my better half all my life Ironically, I wasn't blessed with the soulful voices of Stevie Wonder or Billy Ocean. I'm so frustrated that I don't have a dynamic vocal range. (How I wish I could sing "Overjoyed" and "The Long And Winding Road.") So it's been like, singing the bass part or using my head tone, or most of the time hitting the sharps and the flats for background vocals. I was never good at doing the solo part. My karaole buddies know that I hated that artist who sang "Honesty." I think it was Billy Joel. I'd start the first verse, may be four-fifths of an octacve higher (if there's such a thing), and when I get to the chorus part, what commenced as my performance of a lifetime would just turn into a hell of a grand frustration. To make up for the disenchantment, I play the piano and compose a musical piece on the spot. How I wish I could put my own vocal arrangement to it, but I, disillusioned and wrethced (haha!), just couldn't. Thank God, singing in the shower has become a great catharsis.
God, William Hung is extreme! He's certainly off-key but he has a single coming out with probably a dozen remixes of "She Bangs." I'd bow down to him and kiss his toes, once a Thunderpuss or a Fatboy Slim remix comes out. I may still have a chance for some fifteen minutes of fame. haha!
You know as early as I was 3 (ca 1985), I asked my Dad to buy me a Lionel Richie record "Can't Slow Down," so I could listen and sing to it everyday. "Stuck On You" and the smash hit "Hello" had the most engrossing melodies for me then, and categorically speaking, Lionel Richie was my music deity. I so... idolized him, and the record was the single most precious thing in my life (well, along with the favorite cutlery. hehe!). It could be possible that my parents and some of my titas found some musical potential in me. I never bothered to ask them if they did, though. (I hope they really did =)) Well Actually, my brother and I would most often give our jovial rendition of the Top 40s in the presence of my mom's friends in the local Tandang Sora neighborhood. Kuya would get really funky with his Gary V and Randy Santiago moves, while I sang Sunday School Christian songs. lolz! I had Lionel Richie covers, but of course I would invent some words to fill in the missing lyrics.
I've embraced music as my better half all my life Ironically, I wasn't blessed with the soulful voices of Stevie Wonder or Billy Ocean. I'm so frustrated that I don't have a dynamic vocal range. (How I wish I could sing "Overjoyed" and "The Long And Winding Road.") So it's been like, singing the bass part or using my head tone, or most of the time hitting the sharps and the flats for background vocals. I was never good at doing the solo part. My karaole buddies know that I hated that artist who sang "Honesty." I think it was Billy Joel. I'd start the first verse, may be four-fifths of an octacve higher (if there's such a thing), and when I get to the chorus part, what commenced as my performance of a lifetime would just turn into a hell of a grand frustration. To make up for the disenchantment, I play the piano and compose a musical piece on the spot. How I wish I could put my own vocal arrangement to it, but I, disillusioned and wrethced (haha!), just couldn't. Thank God, singing in the shower has become a great catharsis.
God, William Hung is extreme! He's certainly off-key but he has a single coming out with probably a dozen remixes of "She Bangs." I'd bow down to him and kiss his toes, once a Thunderpuss or a Fatboy Slim remix comes out. I may still have a chance for some fifteen minutes of fame. haha!
