Last night, before getting ready to head to the milonga, I was alone with my music and lyrics, practicing my singing of Tango songs. It is so much fun, and really helps me get more comfortable with pronunciation. I was in a mood of sorts, and found myself getting really into a particular song, and just kept playing it over and over again so that I could keep singing to it. I was finally nailing the fast tempo of the singing and wanted to really get it right. I was also finally getting the meaning of the song and wanted to really feel it. I sang louder and with more passion, putting myself into it. I was the Tango Singer, telling my story to the enthralled audience in a small club in Buenos Aires (yeah right, this gringa?), using my hands to help express particularly passionate phrases, allowing the vibrato in my voice to carry through. Go Tina!
As soon the song was over, I heard a rustling outside. I looked up and noticed that the door to the balcony was open. Oh. Hm. Forgot about closing that. I walked to the balcony, looked down and saw my neighbor outside in his patio (which is under my balcony, more or less), listening. I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to run away or say hi.
“Um, did you hear me singing? Is that why you’re there?”
“Yup!”
“Ok. Um.”
Note to self:
When singing Tango songs all alone at home, CLOSE THE BALCONY DOOR.
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Tina,
That is a pretty cute story. It makes me laugh.
Looking forward to hearing about your learning adventures with Ney and Jennifer.
Elizabeth:
Yes, I think I’ll be laughing at that for a while.
The private lesson… it hurt. But was very productive. Well worth every second.
You sing like an angel and my guess is that your neighbor truly enjoyed it.
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