Loud and Clear

Most of my unfulfilled dreams involve me standing in front of a microphone. Belting out a fabulous song. Giving an amazing and inspiring speech. Etc.

Unfortunately, these dreams involve a lot of things that I am not good at and/or am terrified of. Making music. Standing in front of people. Talking into microphones. Especially, talking into microphones.

I suppose it is not the microphone itself so much as the sound of my voice coming out of a speaker. I HATE that. I don't like how my voice sounds anyway, but amplified is so much worse. Intellectually, I know that most people probably feel this way. Also, my voice probably sounds perfectly fine to everyone else.

I'm not quite ready to jump on the stage at karaoke to address this problem just yet. Instead, I have set my sights on the microphone/loud-speaker at the library (where I work). Occasionally, we'll make announcements over the loudspeaker before a program or event. I usually write down what needs to be said and ask someone else to do it for me. Next time, I'm going to do it myself. And then report back here. This is a mildly terrifying prospect. Accountability.

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Sing (Thoughts for Sunday)

A couple songs from two of my favorite musicians (Frank Turner and Amanda Palmer) for a bittersweet Sunday afternoon.

"Sing 'til you sweat for the spirit of the age,

Sing life to lines that are dead on the page,

Sing for your sorrow, your wisdom, your rage,

Sing out...

Sing for the records you played 'til they broke,

For the parts where you insisted that nobody spoke,

Sing for the words that you knew but they still made you choke."

"Sing for the teachers who told you that you couldn't sing..."

Making Things

I love, love, love this post from Yes and Yes On Making Actual Things With Your Actual Hands.