No More Shower Singing!
I enjoy singing in my shower. The reverb is perfect and every note I sing seems to magically bounce off the bathroom tile to create a sweet melody. My bathroom probably has the best acoustics in the whole house, and for some reason, some notes I can only reach in my shower.
Unfortunately, I meet great singers all the time, whose largest audience is the bathroom sink and the floor tile. Don't get me wrong, shower singing is great, but if you desire to sing publicly or become a recording artist, you will need some type of training ground outside of your personal shower concerts.
I encourage singers that are serious about their craft to become zealous about what they do. Check social media or your local newspaper for more opportunities to sing places. If you are unable to find anything in your local city or town, perhaps you should just gather a few family members or friends after dinner one day and sing 2-3 songs in front of them. You have to start somewhere.
There are so many places great singers flourish; you just have to find the right place for you, and your voice. You cannot afford to be afraid. You cannot be afraid of failure, rejection, or even the people that will say you cannot sing or should not be singing. You will need to understand that none of these things determine your vocal ability. You do.
Once again, I am not opposed to shower singing, but it's time to move beyond the shower! Join a choir or local singing group. All singers need training ground, and a real performer, will eventually need a real audience!
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Phylicia Hollis is a professionally trained musician, singer, and educator. She is a highly sought after vocal coach that has worked in various capacities of the music and entertainment industry.
Reading this post took me straight back to the first week I moved into my tiny studio apartment. I was convinced I’d become the next Beyoncé because every morning I belted out the latest pop hits while scrubbing away the remnants of last night’s pizza. The walls were paper-thin, and my neighbor’s door creaked open just as I hit the chorus of “Uptown Funk.” He stared, half‑amused, half‑annoyed, then whispered, “Nice timing, but could you keep it down?” I felt mortified, yet oddly proud that my shower concert had reached an audience beyond the tiles. 1monde2sport.com From that day on, I switched to humming or using my phone’s speaker at a low volume, and the awkward eye contact vanished. It’s…