I Have Forgotten How To Sing
On Great Disappearing Acts and Transcendental Times
I dreamt about it the other night. Walking into a wild dark club where a pumping band was playing and suddenly there I was, up there with them, mic in hand, launching into Tina Turner’s ‘Early One Morning’, a song I’ve sung a hundred times, a great easy warm-up-get-you-in-the-mood song… the first line came out fine and then my voice turned into a scratchy squeak and then … nothing….
