When the skein of life comes to an end, we will sing for the last time. Living now, fully and completely in the present, will strengthen our resolve and sweeten the notes so that our final song will be a benediction on a life well lived.
“When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.”
“Music can change the world because it can change people.”
“Music doesn’t lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.”
I remember when Peter, Paul and Mary sang “Blowing in the Wind” at The Great March on Washington on Wednesday, August 28, 1963. It was the day Martin Luther King, Jr. delivered his historic “I Have a Dream” speech standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial. The world moved forward that day. And we all remember the song…
Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
These are the tools of a singer:
Lungs – source of air supply
Larynx – acts as a reed or vibrator against the chest
Chest – functions as the amplifier, like a tube in a wind instrument
Tongue, Palate, Teeth, and Lips – articulates and imposes consonants and vowels on the amplified sound.
Vocal Cords – the means to alter the pitch.
Diaphragm and an assortment of Muscles (that have long names) – used to inhale and exhale
The Singing Tools are also used by a painter…
“To draw you must close your eyes and sing.”
Rule # 1 – Sing today, and sing for every tomorrow…
Rule # 2 – Refer back to Rule # 1
“Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them.”
Oliver Wendell Holmes
When a child sings, we listen. We are awed by the purity and joy captured within the soft tune created by a young voice reaching out to their world. Our hearts respond, without reservation, for we recognize it as our own.
“Music is the purest form of art… therefore true poets, they who are seers, seek to express the universe in terms of music… The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.”
If I am going to sing, let it be my song.
If you are going to sing, let it be your song.
If we are going to sing, then let is be our song.
The world needs to hear our individual voices. When combined they are a formidable strength.
“If I’m going to sing like someone else, then I don’t need to sing at all.”