Revelations

Things have to change around here. I keep wrestling with the blogging concept. This (mis)use of time and energy is not highly regarded by certain people in my life. But I keep not quitting. Quitting just ain't happening. So I figure, all right, something's got to change, so what I'm gonna do is post more, not less. There's never a shortage of material. Just a shortage of "interesting" material. Or at least of time to present it really well. So, screw that, it's only a blog. Let's see what comes out, quick and random.

Doing dishes, I quickly and randomly scanned channels for the TV. Stopped when I saw Tony Bennett singing. PBS had some sort of thing on with him singing with various artists, like Sting and Elton John and k. d. lang. Oh my God I love his voice (lang's too). So that was it for me. I washed dishes and sang "For Once in my Life" with Tony and Stevie Wonder, and so on.

So? Well, here's the deal. Tony B. sounds great, looks great, and he's only six months younger than my dad (well, my dad looks pretty good too). These guys are WWII vets, past 80 years old. To sing so well, there's more than luck involved. He's been doing his bel canto exercises for a long time. I figure, all right, I want to live to be a fine old singing dude, I should be singing bel canto too. So maybe I will. Maybe for '08 I'll do something I've never done in my whole life: Take voice lessons. Hey? I was actually thinking of restarting the martial arts training, but what the hell. What will really save your ass when things go bad outside a biker bar at one o'clock in the morning? Some attempt at shou shu that'll just piss the guy off, or a nice rendition of "Some Enchanted Evening"? Huh? Seriously.