The Little Shepherd Boy

When I was in elementary school, I sang in the all city choir and performed a solo that started: 'I'm just a poor little shepherd boy...'. I sang higher than most of the girls in the choir - this boy soprano, with the white hair, who blushed so much I often caused people to point and stare. This was a seminal moment for me, because my singing was recorded on an LP. My dad bought 3 of them I think - only one survived that I know of, and it was recently damaged. But the memory of that song remains with me. There was one other recording. The first was on a reel-to-reel recorder at home when I was around 2. My dad was an audiophile who cherished his radio/phonograph in a piece of furniture that looks like a credenza. The reel-to-reel rode on top with a big microphone wedged in a table top stand he plugged in to record. I was singing - 'wanna hold hand' over and over - which was my way of trying to sing "I wanna hold your hand" by the Beetles. I laugh at the memory of me singing the Beetles at that age, because most of the music we heard in our house was: Mitch Miller Polka time, Lawrence Welk, the Firestone Christmas albums, some Bluegrass/Country/Folk and lots of gospel hymns my dad would play on the piano. He played clarinet in several bands before he married, and sometimes had 4 gigs a week, according to an ancient 5-year diary of his from the 1930's. He also played accordion and piano. Funny, but I haven't sung in public since those early school days. Perhaps a comeback is in order? As I always say when someone asks me "Do you sing?" I say - 'not yet'.

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  • Ailan
    Ailan
    Yes, please sing... the songs you sing to the kids and I are wonderful...Whether you sing or not, find your voice...and sing it loud. Nothing is going to stop you. Love you.

    Yes, please sing... the songs you sing to the kids and I are wonderful...Whether you sing or not, find your voice...and sing it loud. Nothing is going to stop you. Love you.

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