Well, tonight I figured out what’s wrong with that method. By the time it’s done, sometimes I have no message to convey. But in the spirit of a true autodidact, this time around I taught myself something.
Just when I thought I was headed for a landslide, where everything I built upon would come crashing down, a friend called me to do a concert. (Okay, I know after that build-up you were probably expecting more, but we take what we can get)
It’s a bona fide operatic concert for a group of lawyers. They’re all rich, but with any luck one of them will be young and good-looking (and maybe even available?). I was discussing the details with my friend -- the same person who has offered me roles in the operas of Mozart, Rossini and Verdi -- and in parting he said, “Oh, and bring your ukulele with you.”
The first thing that crossed my mind was, “It’s not a UKULELE!!”
Then it occurred to me that he was actually asking me to sing a song with the bad guitar in a room full of lawyers who will have just heard me singing opera arias.
After throwing my little hissy fit, I agreed to bring it. If at the end of the planned program we have the feeling that they might want a comical, light-hearted encore, say “Don’t Stop Believin’” in an upbeat fashion, I will sing one song. ONE. If they want more, they’re going to have to lay another hundred down on the table. Per song.
So, here’s a soothing rendition of Landslide, which will hopefully make the downfall of my operatic career a bit more pleasant.