Not everybody can! Some couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket while others can’t say it but sing it. There are those who may be better off doing neither. Some may sound like the caterwauling of Alfalfa from the Little Rascals and Our Gang, instead of the smooth tones of an Al Martino.
There have been nearly scandalous examples of wannabes who have auditioned for programs like American Idol and America’s Got Talent. Most who view these programs have no problem recognizing those who may have had some encouragement from producers to demonstrate their complete lack of musical mastery for the sake of ratings. How could they possible not know how terrible they are?
There may be a theme developing here and it’s name is music! That may not come as a surprise, taking into account several of my most recent posts. I don’t know anything that can move me quite as much or as often.
Before the thought enters some minds out there, my God moves me on a regular basis. When I see our grandchildren, when he does his work in miraculous ways, the amazing impact on a daily basis of his creation. He made me in a very special and unique way to resonate like a tuning fork to the sounds of music.
It could come from the birds singing in the morning on my walks through the woods. Even the sounds of the indigenous groups here in Ecuador that demonstrate so much joy in their discordant and not always so in tune music, compared to Il Divo or Pentatonix, garner appreciation.
There are a couple of Ecuadorian artists such as Maria Isabel Albuja, or “Damiano” Fernando Proaño Guerra, Manolo Cáceres, who thrill me with their vocal and instrumental talent.
Then there are the many groups that specialize in the rondador, flute, charango and of course guitar. Singing and playing traditional melodies of ancestral background. El Condor Pasa made famous by Simon and Garfunkel while native to Peru, has ties to Ecuador simply because the Inca nation encompassed both countries.
I used to think that music from the Asian countries was very discordant, both instrumental and vocal. However over time it becomes more about the performance and mastery of musical techniques and not just the sound. Like some foods, music from the Orient is an acquired taste.
The same can be said for Classical Music passed down through the ages. The works of Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, Chopin, compared to those of more modern times like Ferde Grofe, Elmer Bernstein, Hans Zimmer and John Williams.
Can you imagine a day without music? Would that be similar to a day without sunshine? Do you turn on some electronic music maker first thing in the morning? Ok, so after the coffee pot! Is it because you can’t stand the silence?
I can hear the music even when it’s not playing. Phrases constantly come to me of songs I have enjoyed over the years. In the past I used to write letters using dozens of such phrases from popular songs. Like “It’s My Party And I’ll Cry If I Wanna” added to “After You’re Gone.”
So can you say it with music? In the past serenades were quite the thing when a lover was trying to persuade his sweetest interest of his amorous intentions. Having a good voice was a huge benefit, along with a fair amount of nerve. Gathering together some musical friends both vocal and instrumental was always a great backup, just in case you faltered.
So if you can’t say it or sing it, try writing instead. Maybe it will be like music to that special someone.