There is so much good music out there. Music filled with great themes, thoughts and inspiration. I’m listening to Sting, the Police really. It’s a reunion dvd. Sting’s song writing tells stories.
The thing that impresses me is his voice. He is 50 something and he sounds as good as ever. I can hear the stories in his songs because his voice is clear, distinct and mainly doesn’t get in the way. It’s obvious the man is vocally conditioned to be able to sing like he does. He has taken the time, made the investment and it pays off.
I love to sing. I believe I have an ok voice. I have stories to tell also.
The voice of a story teller is vital to achieving success. DoI take the time? Do I make the investment in my “instrument”? Honestly, no. I assume it will be there when I want it to be.
Sting is making me rethink my appoach. Lasting gifts have to be given attention and intent.
Attention and intent require belief. Belief in my gift. Belief in myself. Belief in the idea that God didn’t make a mistake in giving me an ability and desire to sing.
The time I invest in the voice of my stories is an excercise of faith.
