I always thought my voice sounded okay. For some reason, my voice sounds awesome in my own head. I read once that the reason for this was that it resonates off your own ear drums and sounds better to yourself. I was proved horribly wrong one day. I got the Glee app on my phone, this app records your singing and plays it back for you. I picked out and recorded myself singing "Whiskey Lullaby" because I knew all the words. Then I listened to the playback.
It was bad......really bad.....horribly rotten nasally high-pitched stinking bad. My feelings turned from disappointed to mortified. I sang like this in the church pew, to the radio with friends in my car, and generally in front of people at all. Horror of horrors, what have I unknowingly inflicted upon loved ones? And why didn't they tell me! If you love me you are obligated to tell me if I have a booger in my nose or that I sing like a dying pig.
I will tell you a little secret. After working 12 hour shifts in Jackson and driving 50 miles back home, I can get a little tired. I have found the best way to stay awake on the drive home is to pretend I am an excellent singer and sing my lungs out to the radio. I usually have some sort of pen, drinking straw, or lip gloss as a microphone. I know I look crazy to people passing me by.
I envision whole church concerts to the christian music channel and daydream impromptu knock-your-socks-off karaoke with friends to the hip-hop station. My friends in my daydream would say, "I never knew she could sing! She is so good." I would take a bow in my dream and tell them it was nothing.
But alas.....it will never be. This chick can't sing.
