I sing when I’m in a crowd and no one can hear me. I sing when I’m alone in my car and the windows are up. The thing is, when I sing, I make sure no one will hear me. I always make sure I will make no one will suffer.

Before recording equipment was common, I used to think I had a wonderful powerful voice. Well, I do have a powerful voice. However, I was so disappointed the first time I heard what my voice sounds like.

I was disappointed even with my speaking voice. But when I heard my attempts at singing I realized no one should ever have to hear that. It would be torture.

I really don’t understand. To myself, without the use of recording, to me, I sound so good.

I’m told that it is, at least partially because much of what I hear is the sound that travels through my bones. It makes me wonder. Is there a way of making a microphone that will pickup the sound from my bones, so it will sound the way I hear it.

As far as I know, there is no such thing. So when I sing, I make sure I am alone, in my car, closed up well in my house or the like. I sing when I make sure I am in a large group, where no one will notice me. Even so, I am careful to keep my volume below those around me.

It really is aggravating because I really do love to sing, or I should say try to sing. I must admit, I grossly disobey the 10th Commandment when I see some of these people. Leroy Anderson is proficient on a dozen or so instruments and his specialty was the trumpet, my favorite. Not only that, but he wrote wonderful music; from Sleigh Ride, to Trumpeter’s Holiday and Blue Tango. I have tried to play instruments and it was a horrible disaster. I can’t help but think the Anderson got 1 or 2 shares of mine of talent that was inteded for me.

Why is that so many of these singers and musicians are blessed with those wonderful voices and I was just passed over. I don’t even care about the money aspect. I would just love to be able to make sounds that would not encourage people to put their fingers in their ears.

Then, when I hear those with really great voices waste them in singing trash, it hurts right to my toes. You see, I can’t sing. I can’t even play a kazoo. However, one thing the Lord did give me was the ability to tell the difference between good music and trash.

I have hundreds of recordings of really good music. I have been blessed with hearing uncountable other wonderful songs that I wish I had recordings of.

As to when I hear the trash, as to when it comes to some of that horrid repetitive noises, I would just as soon wear a good set noise canceling headphones.

The thing is, I don’t make others listen to the noise I make. I wish others would have the consideration to do the same.