It is almost the date I dont remember the first time time I stood up and sang was 1947 in a little 2 room school house in northern colorado. I sang Cool Water and Tennessee Waltz. Since then then in the USN I sang in bars all over the world and with many bands. I sang Dayo for the prime minister of Greece.
I find it hard to believe there are people that think singing in bars is new or unique I have done it all my life with violin players, with pickers or with jukeboxes.. A bar is a social setting People have sang in bars for generations and will sing in bars forever You can call it karaoke or whatever in my next lifetime I will drink and sing
In celebration of this anniversary I rejoice in the fact I have had 60 years of enjoyment and pray I might have 20 more years. It is getting harder and harder to sing with these old vocal chords and teeth that have to be glued in tight
This is a thread similar to Kappy's 10k club but I belong to to the 60's club of singers.. It has been a ride and I wouldnt do it any different..
Ollie
. We BELONG TO the sixties, and I never graduated from the 70's. Constant dreams (at least three per week) that I'm going onto my 34th year of college, and the kids (I don't even get a private room in the dorm) are noticeably kids now (unlike dreams I had when I needed to repeat my 15th year of college to get my GPA up but instead it kept falling because I still cut classes to party) where the kids were closer to my age.. Now I realize (even in the dreams) that it's just not worth it to keep going to college to try to graduate, I'm just no novelty to the women around campus as a 34th year student at a 4 year undergrad BA liberal arts school. It's also kind've embarrassing telling the kids that I'm changing my major again (oh yeah, I also have taken about 33 years of summer school and my GPA keeps dropping so it's kind've futile to keep returning since odds are tougher I can raise my GPA by passing a few courses at this point with 30+ Years of D's, F's, and asking directions to class on the day of final exams to try to convince the prof to allow me to drop the course without penalty due to no fault of my own for cutting the whole semesters worth of classes).. What's worse, is I'm starting to realize that a few of these girls might soon not be attracted to me because I'll start looking noticeably older being in my 50's. So I'll likely get asked to find another room to sleep in the dorm nights while my teenage roomates score and I can't.. In the interim, half've the time in these dreams is trying to convince admissions that my paying all this money to keep returning to Skidmore was contingent (as an upperclassman) on me getting a private room like other senior males.. I just feel there might be certain emotional conflicts being stuck in a sweet with several roomates and being over 30 years older than the rest of the metriculated students..