You’ve Gotta Sing Your Song
My father sings barbershop. Yup. Even worse, he’s a baritone. What does that mean? Well, in this four-part harmony, the lead sings the melody, the tenor takes the high notes, the bass takes the low notes, and the baritone gets the leftover bits and scraps. To make the specific “barbershop sound”, sometimes those odd bari notes sound downright terrible. Hearing him practice singing his part alone can be an exquisite irritation.
But, sing it he must.
As one of the members of his barbershop quartet reminded him, “You’ve got to sing your song. Your part is your song. It’s not anybody else’s, so you’ve got to learn it and make it yours. Don’t worry about what other people are singing – sing your song.” This is very good advice. And not just for singing harmony – but also for living life.
We are all part of this world, this life, and God has given each of us a specific song to sing. Just randomly making up our lives as we go along will not allow us to become part of something greater than ourselves. The song given to us is suited to our distinctive talents and abilities. I am unique and my song isn’t like anybody else’s. Of course, there are many similarities to others’, for we humans share many things in common. There are only a finite number of notes, after all – but with myriad combinations to make unique sounds. We need to cooperate with God, thoughtfully, to find those combinations, discovering our true songs and striving to excel at singing them.
Sometimes, someone’s true song can be beautiful on its own – but, when others join in with their complementary songs, the sound of that first individual becomes deeper and richer than it was by itself. And, then, there are those songs that just shouldn’t be sung all by themselves. (I, a bit odd with my crippling disability, am certainly no good alone.) However, what sounds awkward and aberrant when alone gains belonging and importance when joined by community.
The fact is that there is no barbershop harmony, there are no magical barbershop chords, without the odd and sometimes jarring song of the baritone. In conversation with my father last week, we both recognized how this truth can be a lesson for everyone: we sound better together when we are true to our own songs. A tenor can’t sing the bass’ part and a lead isn’t going to sing a baritone’s part for him. If you are true to the song that is given you and sing it with heart, then you have done your part and done it well. And if your true song seems pointless, weird, or lacking, then you must seek out others who need your song – who need it to make the music complete.
Maybe this little life lesson that my dad and I stumbled onto will make me better appreciate, and even come to love, the baritone part of barbershop being practiced all by itself. Maaaybe…
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Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.
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And your father is … which one? The Divine Incarnate has a sense of humour! Will
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The short guy on the right, feeling his song… 🙂
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It was Mrs T’s choir concert last night. Good listening it was too! No photo, and she was hiding at the back as ever!
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Great analogy Christina, and cute photo!
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Awesome reflection!
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….and then there is my song. Trying to sing many of the hymns at Mass, I find most of them are not suited to my restricted range. Most are too high for me to reach in spots, so I drop my voice an octave, but when the bits come along that are the lower range, I have to slip up to the original octave. I’m thinking that if I were singing alone, you’d congratulate that baritone daddy of yours because his song in comparison to my own would be music to your ears! ~Sioux!
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And that’s precisely why you sing in community! (And me, too, by the way! Although it doesn’t keep me from singing alone, creaky, sometimes off key, when I’m at home. Have to practice for when my voice is needed to blend with my brothers and sisters in Christ!)
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Hi Christina, I linked to this post, selected parts (along with the terrific photo), and added this short intro:
“One of my early memories of my father is of him wearing a bow tie and a vest as he stood next to the piano with three of his friends, all of them singing. I had almost forgotten about that until yesterday when I came across this photograph and it’s accompanying reflection posted by my online friend Christina Chase.”
I should have checked with you first, but I was so excited I couldn’t wait. I mean, that picture and your conversations with your dad took me back 60+ years! He and I never talked about the deeper significance of singing separately together, but I learned something like that just from watching him–not only at his hobbies, but the way he lived everyday. Thank you so much for posting this. Some “coincidence” !
I expect a few more persons might visit soon. This is really good!
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Some “coincidence” indeed! I like that our fathers were both lovers of song. Makes me feel closer to you.
Barbershop music has a way of bringing people back in time anyhow, doesn’t it? Glad you enjoyed the post – and thank you so much for sharing it with your readers!
Pax Christi
Christina
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