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Singing, approximately
As I drove into work this morning I didn't feel like hearing about stabbed Japanese people so I left the radio turned off: I remembered that it was a good opportunity to sing, being alone.
I sing really badly. I have so little control over pitch that I can't even be sure if my next note will differ from the previous and if I try to reach notes then I sometimes make sounds that are entertainingly unlike singing.
Still, I probed my comfortable range a bit. It didn't seem to be very wide and I mostly tried to work within it; I was pleased to be able to transpose into it. Overall, my efforts were decidedly ropey but I enjoyed myself and thought I might have hope for the long term. It was interesting to test my ability to improve upon the previous noise I had made.
Just as I was making my way through
I sing really badly. I have so little control over pitch that I can't even be sure if my next note will differ from the previous and if I try to reach notes then I sometimes make sounds that are entertainingly unlike singing.
Still, I probed my comfortable range a bit. It didn't seem to be very wide and I mostly tried to work within it; I was pleased to be able to transpose into it. Overall, my efforts were decidedly ropey but I enjoyed myself and thought I might have hope for the long term. It was interesting to test my ability to improve upon the previous noise I had made.
Just as I was making my way through
Good King WenceslasI happened to spy a colleague so I broke off to give him a lift for the rest of the way into the office.