At first I didn't quite fit in to my choir class in the eleventh grade. Reading notes was hard, I had already learned to tune to music by ear. After all, I had grown up thinking that was how music was played - by ear. At first I sang bass.
Try as I could, I had a hard time projecting low notes. They just didn't seem to fit my vocal range. Yet I couldn't seem to reach the high notes sang by the tenors. Oh how I longed to sing as high as the tenors! Most rock singers sing very high, and I would later come to find that there is a reason for this - their voices pierce the sound range above the rest of the instruments which allows them to be heard. And I wanted to be heard.
One of the days I looked forward to most as a young teenager was the day our high school choir would sing for a Christmas evening in front of a crowd.. More than anything, I desired to be approved of by my parents, to be cherished for something special I could contribute. Maybe they would see something good and express their appreciation for me...maybe they would see....me for who I really am!
My performance did not have the outcome I had expected. There were no balls of glitter floating from the ceiling, no cherubims blowing trumpets from all corners of the concert hall. The love I yearned for in that very special way would not come from my parents, yet I found great satisfaction in performing.
This experience left an indelible impression upon me. i was never the same after that event..This was...pure joy. This was...happiness.
From that day forward I sang from my heart - with a different perspective. I had a new angle. there was no reason to sing just to be loved. When I sang..., I sang for joy.
The song below was "channeled" during the evening this blog was written. Like most songs that come through, it was almost wordless- except for one phrase..."Over Los Angeles"
It reminds me of "Battle of Los Angeles" in 1942. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Los_Angeles
Do you have similar experiences?