Voices carry

So, I’ve been singing lately. I like , no I LOVE to sing. I always sing. People just don’t usually hear it. Now, they will.
A couple of friends and I wrote a song the other day. We sang it, fooled around, got it right. Then we recorded it. I learned how to sing a B note. See, I don’t think I can sing that well. I get lost in the technical shit. Like breathing, notes, scales and harmony. ( Ahhh Lizard Brain, hello. Now, Fuck OFF) It’s like Dan Mangan says: “Don’t ask questions, don’t ask directions, just go.” Or rather in my case, LET GO. So I did, and here we are.
I still have trouble with singing on the spur of the moment. You know, people ask, I get shy, make jokes. That sort of thing. I’m getting better, though. Every day I practice, and become more confident that these people who say I can sing, aren’t just being nice. So, don’t be offended when you ask me to sing, and I go red in the face and stammer N-n-n-not today. You’ll know when I’m ready.

You’ll hear me.

Everyone will hear me.