To sing...


I've been reading Henry Miller's Tropic Of Cancer (and I will shortly move on to Crazy Cock when the library has it in); and to backtrack somewhat to the first few pages of the book, I just want to share a passage with you all:

"To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to <i>want</i> to sing."

Sometimes the tools, trappings, and talent, mean nothing; sometimes the desire is all there is, and all there should be.



2001 11 02 - 08:46

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