Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The art of singing

Thanks to all for the comments on yesterdays post.  Your feedback is always appreciated.  Even if (Aaaack!), you don't agree with me!  If you haven't heard the news, I'm collecting recipes/traditions of Christmas from our followers, both on Facebook and beyond.  It doesn't have to be "baking" recipes or lengthy missives, but short, sweet to the point contributions.  Festive cocktails, hot drinks, breakfasts, appetizers or traditions that you share with your family.  The plan is to post one a day (along with our regular posts) for the entire month of December.

So please send me an email -  frantastic @ writica . com  (don't use spaces please, just trying to avoid the evil spambots!)

We now join Queen Tinsel's post.....

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Hello my fellow blogees. I know you long for the lovely Frantastic™ to speak to you today but I was asked to grace her blog for some special insight into a favourite activity of the Holiday Season.

I would offer some background notes on myself but I lost that file in the rush to post this. I can go by many names however if I divulge them here my cover would be blown and I could be thrown out of the witness protection program. For this blog, I will go by Queen Tinsel.

With Christmas fast approaching, many of us will be subjected to or mutilated by........singing. Whether they are a choir, carollers, fellow parishioners, friends or gasp, you, singing comes in many varieties, shapes and forms. There is the professional choir (Vienna Boys Choir), Christmas Carollers; those who sing in harmony and in key, Parishioners; who often sing out of key but are blissfully covered by some hip slapping organ playing, and last but not least, Amateurs. It is in this last category we find ourselves, usually singing loudly and terribly off key. We do it in the shower, in the car, at work and at home. We are positive we are good singers but alas we know we suck and just can’t admit it. Our spouses, family and friends tend to turn a deaf ear to us when we sing (thank heavens) and seldom give us grief or if they do, we turn it into something positive, something that will stoke our ego. In this last category, there is also a group of singers known collectively as the “Dead Cat Choir.” Similar to a “Dead Cat Bounce” which is in fact an economic term, these people, are thrown together through work to sing Happy Birthday to fellow employees or dinner guests. The dreaded Dead Cat Choir is known for overly loud, off key singing/talking/humming red neck kind of noises that when thrown together form a somewhat “harmonized” sound. They are often accused of causing pets to run amuck and squeal in agony. I myself have had the pleasure & pain of singing in this group. All I can say is wear earplugs!

This Christmas season, do the right thing and join in your local Dead Cat Choir. You won’t regret it. Happy Holidays!

Queen T

2 comments:

Frantastic™ said...

I have been the lead on many 'choirs'. Some people actually enjoy my version of the Birthday Song. It is, if nothing else, entertaining. :)

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Amen to THAT Frantastic™ ...... but even your rendition of that time honoured classic still leaves the listener not only entertained but, they also have the impression of true vocal talent underlying the felinesque catterwalling. It is evident, underneath it all, where your daughter gets here singing abilities from. You have a lovely voice......that you mask with a lot of *cough*creativity*cough*
Sadly, not all members of the Dying Cat Choir are so blessed. Many of them just naturally sound like a tom cat who has his nether regions caught in a mouse trap. And I, for one, wish that those particular people would refrain from sharing their catterwalling as it tends to make my ears want to jump off my head and hide.