Can’t Talk. Saving My Voice.
This is probably as good a time as any to let you know that I will be performing live in Pensacola, Florida this Friday night.
I’ve been taking eucalyptus drops, drinking hot tea with honey and whispering round the clock best I can. At this point I’m pretty much communicating by writing on a chalkboard that hangs around my neck, and I am only using my voice to practice my scales.
Scales? Yeah I noticed you perk up at that. Well in a rare exception, these scales don’t have anything to do with fish. Oh no. I am getting ready to sing my heart out Friday night.
Granted, I will not be the one on stage. But that’s just a minor detail, because I’ve been preparing for this show for nearly three decades. After all these years of waiting and hoping and practicing and memorizing lyrics and working on the accent and checking her schedule…..and I am finally going to see Loretta Lynn live in concert.
I KNOW!!! I KNOW!!! COULD YOU DIE????
Oh, sshhhhtttt! Sorry. I have to save my voice. I’ve only been waiting for this moment since 1980 when “Coal Miner’s Daughter” came out and changed my world forever. I logged in countless hours practicing in front of my bedroom mirror singing into a hairbrush.
Ask my parents, they’ll tell you. Or my friends from highschool, or counselors from summer camp, or my college roommates. Hell, I received 17 noise violations my freshman year for singing Loretta songs too loudly in the dorm shower. Ask the stuffy losers from my voice classes in Boston who picked arias and Celine Dion songs, not Don’t Come Home A Drinking With Lovin’ On your Mind. Ask my neighbors here in Austin, or Little Chick, much to her chagrin. They can all testify to the fact that I like to sing me some Loretta.
“You come to tell me something, you say I ought to know…”
Whew, I’m getting excited just singing that one line. I might combust when she does Honky Tonk Girl. And perhaps one of my all time favorites is One’s On The Way which I did, in fact, have playing on a cassette tape in the delivery room when Little Chick was born. True story.
If you were loitering around this joint last spring you may recall that seeing Loretta in concert really has been a quest of mine. Just like last year, I have been dutifully checking her 2009 schedule, trying to pinpoint any city on her tour that I could reasonably afford to visit. The Professor learned of my cause and vowed to help me find a show. Lo and behold we were able to figure out a way to be in Pensacola for her concert at the Saenger Theatre.
Apologies in advance to anyone who will be seated near me. I will be singing. Loudly.
Until then, I am saving my voice. After all, in the words of Loretta herself, “I May Be Ignorant, But I Ain’t Stupid.” So for now, we’ll just let Sissy do Loretta…