In the past couple of years I’ve gotten used to being on stage, but this July I’ll be doing it in a different way: for the first time in three years, I’ll be on stage singing, with my buddies in a choral competition: the World Choir Games, in Cincinnati.
So tonight, for the first time in three years, I stood on the risers and sang.
Longtime readers know singing used to be a big part of my life. I sang in school and college, and ten years ago I joined the Nashua Granite Statesmen, a men’s barbershop chorus. (Lots of people have heard of barbershop quartets, but not many know we do it in choruses too!)
For years they (we!) were the perennial New England champion and would go to international competitions. I’m no soloist but because of this great group I got to compete at internationals in Montreal, Indianapolis and Nashville.
At my diagnosis, five years ago this month, I asked Dr. Sands if I should stop singing to conserve energy, and he told me no – it’s not good to drop life activities that you love. (It seems I’d, um, talked about it a bit…)