I tried singing again today. It’s not like this is a monumental occurance worthy of celebration, but I do it rarely enough that it’s still special somehow - especially considering how orthogonal to my personality it is.
When I say that I’m getting better, it’s important to keep it in perspective - I’m still nowhere near good enough to sing even a simple song in a musical way. But given that I’m starting from zero, I’m improving. A lot.
When I first started singing, among all the various things dreadfully wrong with my voice, the deepest frustration for me was the tone. Pitch accuracy is simple by comparison: it might not be easy, but at least there’s a definitive, objective reference in telling how you’re doing - you are in tune or you’re not, it’s not a matter of opinion.
But tone quality is much more intangible, and what makes it even more difficult is not knowing… how can I put this… not knowing what you’re supposed to sound like. Singing is an extension of speech, but it’s distinct enough that it’s almost like putting on an accent. You can’t know anything about your singing voice without actually singing, but it’s hard to sing without having any idea what you’re aiming for…
And to begin with, I sounded strangled and unmusical. Well, recently I’ve been experimenting more, and today I more or less confirmed that actually, I can sing with a bloody good, rich, hard, resonant tone if I concentrate on it. I’ve figured it out. This is a remarkable step-up, because I’ve moved forward to where the single major thing holding me back has now been supplanted by something else. I now need to work on pitch accuracy and breath control, and these are things that, although they might be difficult and take a lot of work, are at least easier to quantify. I’m no longer fumbling in the dark as much.
I feel hugely inspired by this: the main obstacle has been cleared, and the road ahead looks open. I’ve also started finding that I fucking enjoy it.