If you're a regular reader of this little chronicle, you know that one of my very favorite things to do is sing. What you may not know is that one of my very favorite singing events is the monthly Beatles Sing Along, or Beatles karaoke, if you will. This is no normal karaoke event. For one thing the accompaniment is live (technically making it something other than karaoke, really). Also, the people who go tend to be super passionate Beatles fans, which is always fun. So for two hours on the first Monday of the month, the Beatles get the piano bar treatment.
It is so much fun.
This month the Beatles Sing Along was not very crowded, so we all got to sing a lot. With glass of wine in hand, I warbled my way through "Eight Days A Week," "For No One" and "Eleanor Rigby." Over the last eleven months, I've also tried my hand (or voice, as the case may be) at "In My Life," "Dear Prudence," "I've Just Seen A Face," "I Will," "Hold Me Tight," "Here Comes the Sun," "Got To Get You Into My Life" and "Let It Be." As an added bonus, I got the nicest compliment this time around. A woman who had come for the first time last month and returned on Monday told me not only that I was one of the better singers, but that both my singing and stage presence have a very sweet quality.
That would be a lovely compliment no matter what, but since I'm not exactly sweet, I appreciate the sentiment even more. I'm a very nice person, as well as being kind, loving and compassionate, but sweet? I'm not so sure. Apparently, however, my singing takes care of that for me.
And I imagine the Beatles songwriting helps a bit.