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Wed 14 Jul, 2021 09:29 pm
I have always liked singing until in choir, when I was 9, the choir master told me I could only stay in the choir if I mouthed the words. That really impacted me because I didn't know that everybody couldn't sing. I mean, really, looking back, how bad could a 9 year old be -- in a church choir? Anyway, I can't sing in tune and rarely sing, and when I do, as in in the car, sometimes I have to slap myself I'm so bad. I keep singing anyhow (but it's more like a whisper-sing).
So... one thing I would wish is that I can sing in tune. I also wish I had the answer to all problems, (i.e. God) and time-travel. I wish I could go back into any time at all and spend an hour, a day, a week and really experience that time. Elon Musk - get on it!!
But singing, that would be so great.
And you?
I wish I could write a piece of fine literature, the kind that generations remember. Oh well, at least I entertain myself.
@Mame,
My one and only prayer
Is that you'll sing 'yeah yeah'
My hopes and dreams are few
And so this one's for you
No-one will ever know
The pain if you sing low
My only prayer will be
Some day you'll hit high 'c'
But it's all only make believe
@edgarblythe,
I wish I coul mak crepes like my aunt jennie did. They were so goo, like a vry thin waffly thing with fruit an wup cream. somtimes shed made a "Suzette" an wed all get hammered.
I wish I could fart the National Anthem, I can do the first two notes but after God save I **** myself.
It could be worse I suppose, I could get the first three before shitting myself.
Then it would be God save the ****, and if anyone were to hear me doing that I’d be arrested for treason.
@Mame,
I wish I could play the piano, but I ran away from home when I was 4 or 5 because of the damn piano lessons and never learned. Maybe that's a regret and a wish tied into one.
@Joeblow,
And, I always wished I could do a loud sharp two fingered whistle.
@izzythepush,
Oh for heaven's sake. Can't you be satisfied with making fart noises with your arm pit like all the other boys?
@Mame,
I'd love to be able to fly. I have had many dreams where I am flying - flapping my arms as I get higher and higher -- it feels so free.
But I can emphasize with you on the singing - my own mother would say I sing so bad that if they have guests over that are overstaying their welcome, they will just have me sing. Even my own mother could not stand my singing. The only time anyone enjoyed my singing was when my children were infants - I'd sing to them and it seemed to sooth them (or maybe it is just because they were babies and could not tell me to shut up).
@Linkat,
That makes three of us who sing that badly.
@Linkat,
We could call ourselves the Croakers.
@edgarblythe,
As long as we don't have to sing, I'm good with that
Boy, that would probably sound dreadful ha ha ha Can you just imagine?
I sing compulsively, slings and arrows be damned.
Stephen Crane: There was a man with tongue of wood
There was a man with tongue of wood
Who essayed to sing,
And in truth it was lamentable.
But there was one who heard
The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood
And knew what the man
Wished to sing,
And with that the singer was content.
@izzythepush,
izzythepush wrote:
Not loud enough.
Then you're not doing it right, try oiling up with some olive oil first.
@glitterbag,
To be honest I’ve never been able to do that.
I can do it by rubbing my hands together, but it’s still not loud enough.
People aren’t going to stand to attention for that.
I can sing though, so there is that.
I wish I could draw like my father . You could give him any subject matter and he would draw it out for you. I remember a kid once asked him to draw a train and he did this beautiful locomotive coming down the track. I think he had a photographic memory or some other talent that enabled him to be able to just draw at will.
It was really amazing. In his last days at the Veteran's hospital, he would draw and trade dirty pictures with the other patients for cigarettes.
@Mame,
Mame wrote:
glitterbag wrote:
Then you're not doing it right, try oiling up with some olive oil first.
Is that what you do?
Yes, I'm in a quartet and we perform at nursing homes.
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