I've had bad songs, even a bad Mass about a year ago, but I
never sounded as bad as that. I even went so far as to apologize to the priest (our church's pastor) who said the Mass that Sunday, and he said, "Don't worry about it. If this is the worst thing that happens to you all day, then it's a pretty good day." When I went home, I found that The Heiress had finally potty-trained. So, Father Butler was right--blowing the singing at that Mass
was the worst thing that happened to me that Sunday.
On the other end of that . . . I had about my best song ever almost four weeks ago. it was a selection titled, "Lord, You Have Come (To The Seashore)" and it was supposedly Pope John Paul II's favorite hymn. It's a very peaceful, slowly flowing hymn. I've let my volume
really go on it in the past, but this time, the music director told me to back off from the microphone a bit more than I had already, and to sing "softly and intensely." Then, she switched the synthesizer to "harp." Let's face it, Pete Townsend isn't about to do his windmill-like guitar playing on a harp. It's a peaceful instrument. The effect was
so good on the music. Coupled with my holding my voice back . . . I had five people come up to me afterwards, who have heard me before, and they all agreed that it was the best I'd ever sounded.
Then I got bronchitis . . . !
