Monthly Archives: January 2015

naive passion powers

In the party room, at a large table, a multi-generational family assembled. A handful of youths, possibly including some couples for they didn’t seem related sat with a drunk blonde woman who was probably someone’s mother although I’m guessing that … Continue reading

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Howling at the moon

“Did he come with friends?” “That’s his band.” “Ah, come to see him sing?” “They’re celebrating something. Maybe they found a garage to practice in.” “I thought they were a softball team.” “Rocking and rolling.” “Howling at the moon.” “The … Continue reading

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an uncanny ability

Most of what I learned about people came from conversations. Only rarely did I actually participate in conversations, even more rarely did I initiate them. Sitting within a few feet of people I knew made it virtually impossible to shut … Continue reading

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My passivity and her timidity

Sarah sang soprano timidly, sweetly and lyrically, in general a common kind of soprano but not the kind we often find singing on stage, even in a local bar. There were women who sang soprano, usually the brassy dramatic sopranos … Continue reading

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squeal their way

Which is not an uncommon attitude for a tenor. Wright was more of a second tenor than a first, tending high but not in the silly range, the head exploding to sing, forever tempting falsetto, notes well above the staff, … Continue reading

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rumbled and bellowed, slowly and powerfully

I’m a baritone, which practically means I can sing most of the tenor and most of the bass. Bert was a true bass. His voice would only go so high. He rumbled and bellowed, slowly and powerfully. Some people sing … Continue reading

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typical altos

Delphi and Rita were typical altos, in that they sang lower than sopranos. I don’t think either of them had any training beyond a required middle or elementary school choir. Possibly not even that. Anyone can sing. Not everyone studies … Continue reading

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