Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog – Call Me Jeremiah
I’m not sure of what I just got myself into here. Ever the joiner, when Thommy, of my offices “party planning committee”, said he and the other Aimee were going to be caroling for our Xmas event, I chirped “I’ll carol with you!!” I love Christmas songs, they’re timeless, universal, cheesy. Aimee and Thommy are singers who have used their voices to sing, like for people, recently. I believe Aimee has auditioned for singing parts and is on albums and stuff.
Thommy wrote me note later, asking what part I sang. Years ago, we’re talking decades, I was an alto. When I first moved to Chicago, I would sing in open mikes and jams around town, desperately trying to channel Sarah Vaughn. I was invited back to sing at a few bars, (can’t remember the name of the places, like the Green Door or the Red Mill. Like I says, decades ago…) My voice was in pretty good shape, so I didn’t butcher the standards too much. I also managed to catch a band and a husband while singing.
So Thommy asked if I’d do a solo. Joiner me responds, “What the Hell. Sure.”
I’m sooo in over my head.
I played the CD of carols we’ll be singing in the car on the commute home tonight. I sang along with the 2 songs I thought I might pull off. Lordy, lordy, my voice is now reminiscent of a goose with a head-cold. Vocally, I am out of shape and I won’t even embarrass myself relating my struggle to find the correct key to sing in.
The carollers will be rehearsing several times before the Christmas event. What’re the odds my voice can be toned and fit within a month?
This could be an epic fail. I just hope it isn’t sad, but hilarious.