Must say, I have never done either one of these, but I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that I love love love singing. I sing in the shower, I sing when I clean house, I sing when I walk and, much to my co-worker’s dismay, I sing while I work. I sort of go into this zone where I shut out everyone and everyone except for the radio and merrily sing along while I draft reports, track, trace, investigate and analyse.
Fortunately, I know that I can’t sing to save my life and usually nips it in the butt as soon as I realize that there are eardrums around, which might sustain permanent damage at the sound of my quacking.
A couple of years ago, Luke and I sat on the couch watching Idols and I (once again) whined:
If God knew how much I was going to love signing, why didn’t he just give me a good voice to go with the passion?
Luke (about 8 at the time) thinks for a bit and then pipes up;
Mom, I’ve got it! When God made you he had to choose between making you clever and giving you a nice voice. Obviously he decided to make you super clever ‘cause you really don’t sing so well.
The things kids say!