"Art is the conversation between lovers.
Art offers an opening for the heart.
True art makes the divine silence in the soul
Break into applause."
~Hafiz
This month’s self improvement theme has been music, which
means that I have actually looked up lessons on how to play the harmonica on
youtube, sang out loud (instead of just in my head) every night, and will be
getting my hands on a ukulele tuner within the next few days. All of this music
making has got me thinking about my “lost love” or more so, the path not taken.
For those of you who are not in the group of family and
friends that are close to me, it may surprise you that I was once pretty “into”
music. Not only was I “into” music, but I was into musical theater, and choir
and an a cappella group and that I have a long standing, on again, off again
relationship with guitar. In high school I was a part of 6 major musicals
(including an opera), 3 variety shows, a competition short, and once performed
at Disney World as a part of a singing group, The Loreleis. All of this accumulated in me auditioning for about a dozen musical theater programs at the
start of my senior year in high school. I was wait listed at one, and rejected
from the rest.
At this point in my little story I would like to point out
that the largest program I auditioned for took 30 people a year; 15 boys and 15
girls, and that is pretty much the standard when it comes to programs like
that; thousands of people competing for between 5-15 spots. Getting into
musical theater college is hella hard, and the vast majority of people end up
more like me and less like Rachael on “Glee.”
So I quickly came up with a contingent plan and applied last
second to Michigan State and DePaul and happened to get my Michigan State acceptance
first, so I took it. This ended up being one of the best happenings in my life
because I found James Madison Residential College, and learned that my passion
for culture, people and politics was equally as intoxicating. I briefly
attempted to get into the MSU Jazz program as a double major but got a “delayed
rejection” (whatever the hell that means.) I sang in a few competitions and
made a little bit of money, but mostly relegated my musical career to karaoke
nights, the shower and, once I moved into an apartment, the kitchen.
My love affair with singing and music has never completely
let up, and had I not gotten into Peace Corps when I did, my back up plan was
to go audition for American Idol in South Carolina. I think about it a lot,
this road not taken. I think about what would have happened had I tried a
little harder, focused a little more, studied for my auditions a few hours a
day instead of a few hours a week, or just continued to try and fight even
after getting rejected. Singing still fills my soul in ways that I have yet to
see matched in much, though talking about political ethics and cultural
comparisons comes damn close, and there are times when not to sing at any given
moment can be painful in ways that only an artist could understand.
But then I think about where I am now, and what I am doing.
Had I gotten into a musical theater program I would not be talking to all of
you through this blog. I wouldn't be Botswana because I never would have joined
the Peace Corps. I wouldn't be self studying on gender, queer theory, social
dynamics, and expression because I would be boning up for auditions in whatever
major city I had moved to after graduation. I don’t think I would have had the
type of work ethic that is needed to really make it in that business. I know
people, and have friends that are doing it, and I look at them at times a
wonder where all the energy comes from.
This month has been wonderful so far, because I have forced
myself into a regular musical practice again, and I think I will continue to do
so for the rest of my service. When I get back to Michigan I’m going to look
into doing some community theater, and the karaoke will for continue. Who
knows? Maybe the path not taken will loop around to me again in ways I’m not
expecting?
As a way to try and get people to comment more, I'm going to offer this up: if four or more people comment on this post, I will sing into my web cam and post it up here for everyone. You may like my singing, you may not like my singing, but either way you will get it if you comment! Will also keep me accountable to my goal this month :)
Just some thoughts for the day.
Hugs and smooches,
Claire
Here's a comment, just to let you know that random RPCV strangers read your blog on a regular basis. :)
ReplyDeleteI was you twenty years ago. I spent years 23 - 25 in Botswana. I had lots of time to think and look at the stars. I still think about Botswana every day.
Yes - please sing for us! I miss your lovely voice at Karaoke. And your face. I can't wait til you come baaaack! Glad you are getting some music back in you. <3
ReplyDeleteDear Claire, I am delighted reading your blog and seeing that you are actively picking up music again. If you learn to play the harmonica we can do a duet together! I am not sure you remember that I play that instrument. It will be fun.
ReplyDeleteLove you. Papou
I love that you are keeping the music alive and I have NO DOUBT that you will continue to circle around it for the rest of your life. You have a beautiful voice - use it!
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