darchildre | (no subject)

So. I could be terribly boring and tell you that I don't really think I've been in love yet - there was a boy, once, and we dated for a very long time, and I loved him but I don't think I was ever in love with him, or if I was, it wasn't for very long. But that's boring and a little bit sad, and who wants that?

Instead, I will talk about the thing that I did first love and still love and will love, forever and aye, amen. Which is singing. I would say music, but that would be a lie. I do love music but I love it in a terribly selfish way, where I find that I don't care if there isn't something to it I can sing. (I am so terrible at listening to instrumental music. It's nice enough but there are no voices and so I get bored.) That explains why the only two instruments I've ever been really interested in learning are the piano and the violin - the one is easily sung with and the other sounds like a human voice.

I love to sing. I have ever since I was very wee indeed. My parents sing and they listen to music. We sang in the car all the time as children - folk songs, and mix tapes my parents had made, and the soundtracks to musicals. My family has a musical vocabulary, tiny snippets of songs that we know we always sing in the same situations, songs that I may never actually know the whole of, but I know one or two lines and that's enough. My parents are (and were) playful with song.

If you give me a task to complete and don't talk to me during it, within two minutes I'll start singing. Usually sad songs - I know more sad songs than happy songs, I think, and anyway, slower songs are easier to sing unaccompanied. If you leave me alone with my crocheting, I'll sing for hours. I like that kind of singing: quiet, just me, occasionally pausing because I've forgotten the words or need to start again in a different key.

The reason I still go to church is to sing. Hell, the reason I started going to church was to sing and now I'm a little bit stuck. But I love the hymns and I love standing in front on the congregation, singing.

What I love best is singing with a good choir. I have more training in choral singing than I have in...anything else I've ever done in my life, and I'm good at it. I love going to rehearsal, sitting straight and breathing properly, my body working to do what it is best at. I love running the same phrase over and over and finally, finally getting it right. I try to get a seat right on the border between my section and another because I love hearing how the harmony works, how my voice slots in with other voices. I love having to work hard to sing a piece well. I love the way I respond to a conductor, the way that, when it's very good, I can do so without thinking. I love dress rehearsal, the pressure of it, building to crescendo. And I love performing, singing as hard as I can, knowing that I am causing a reaction in the people who are listening.

(And I'll admit that I love when people tell me that I sing well. Because I do, and it's pleasing to hear that they noticed.)

I love to sing because of how it makes me feel. When it's good, when it's just right, I feel like I could fly, like I could work magic with my voice. And I love to sing because I can't possibly do anything else - it's like breathing, I can't stop. Even when I lose my voice because I'm sick, I still sing. Even if I weren't blessed with a good voice and a natural sense of rhythm, I think I would still sing. But I do have those things and singing is what I'm built for, so I do it. Constantly.

~~Day 01 – Introduce yourself~~
~~Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail~~
Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 – Your day, in great detail
Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 – A moment, in great detail
Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 – This week, in great detail
Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 – This month, in great detail
Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 – A first, in great detail
Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail

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Let me give you a hug. No, several. I´ve just come back from a week of singing camp and it was great, it was wonderful and beautiful and amazing. Reading about your love of singing right now was the perfect thing to find (especially ten minutes after I´ve decided on the choir I want to join and sent the application.) Singing makes me happy, and it makes me happy to know that you feel that way, too :D

Wow, this is awesome. ::laughter:: I'm going to swipe this meme from you, I think.
I could say much the same as you have with this - the whole "Singing is like breathing" thing is a phrase I put to use frequently when people have just met me. And, if I'm not singing, I'm probably humming...
Anyway. Yes. Good.