Hello, Rodney Robbins here, your favorite play writing blogger. Last night, I got out my custom made Carvin guitar out and played some of the songs from my new musical “Big Feet, Big Love.” Seldom has a song writer sung his own words so badly. Imagine a howling, love sick coyote with cactus thorns in his foot, and that’s about how I sounded.
No, my voice isn’t completely gone, but I have been struggling with what is called an “Abortive Attack” of Periodic Paralysis and it has affected my breathing and my singing. Anyway, I’m starting to get my voice back. For a long while, I couldn’t even hold up my end of a conversation.
For those of you who don’t sing well, let me just say, give it time. Your voice will get stronger. Mine has been bad before, and I’m pretty sure it will bounce back this time too. My plan is to gently, very gently, sing a bit more whenever the mood hits me. No rush. I’m not a professional singer. I don’t have a show coming up. All I need to do is give myself time and not get discouraged. I think if I just keep after it a little at a time, my voice will get stronger, the notes truer and the tone clearer.
Remember, when you sing, make it a point to always have a howling good time.
