My mother died in 2012 at the age of 81. I had only seen her twice since my wise old grandmother adopted me in 1965.
The last time was in the late 1990s at a Mardi Gras party at my sister’s house in Slidell, Louisiana.
We got into a discussion of music, and that’s when she told me that I was a singer at a very young age.
Apparently I liked to lay on the floorboard in the back of the car and sing along with whatever was playing on the radio, or beg mom and dad to play certain records at home so I could sing along.
She could remember the names of only four songs that I loved singing along to, and here they are:
“I Walk The Line” by Johnny Cash, 1956
“The Wayward Wind” by Gogi Grant, 1956
“Tom Dooley” by The Kingston Trio, 1958
“Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport” by Rolf Harris, 1963
I was only one in 1956, and three in 1958, so those probably are records that mom and dad had at home.
Those last two are pretty gruesome songs for a young boy to be singing….
By 1963, age 8, yeah, I probably was singing everywhere since I was in the school chorus at that time.
I sang in school choruses through twelfth grade, and then joined the Century Singers at Texas A&M University. After college I sang in the Chancel Choirs at whatever church I was attending, as well as community choruses.
When I came to San Diego in 1993, I joined the Gay Men’s Chorus of San Diego. Since then I also have sang with the San Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus (at the time it was the largest Gay Men’s Chorus in the world with over 350 men) and then back with the Gay Men’s Chorus of San Diego.
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