Tell Your Child The Cold Hard Truth**

When I was a kid, I loved to sing. My parents have an audiotape of me at six years old warbling out an atonal version of “Send In the Clowns”, and by the time VHS came around I was onstage. I did community theater from age eight on up. I was in chorus at school, I cantored at church, I took voice lessons from a well-known Mezzo Soprano in Bellingham. I fancied myself a singer, and the adults in my life, supportive as they were, did nothing to disabuse me of this notion.

All adults, that is, except for those on the audition boards. When it came time for college, I applied for vocal performance at Carnegie Mellon, Northwestern, Boston University, UMass Amherst, and Syracuse. I was rejected by every single school. EVERY. SINGLE. SCHOOL. Every one.

It was right around then that I started smoking.

I have no regrets about what happened – I mean, I’ve really had a lot of good cigarettes over the years – but sometimes I wish I could have learned about reality sooner.

**This all spawned from a workversation about parenting styles. God help my kid, seriously.

3 Responses to Tell Your Child The Cold Hard Truth**

  1. Nick says:

    Pshaw, if your parents sat you down and told you that you’d never make it as a singer we’d be reading this same story off your teenage suicide letter :-P. At least you found out at an age where you could easily self-medicate.

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  2. ThatKidYouDid says:

    It’s no secret your parents and I didn’t see eye to eye about many things back in the day, but the fact they didn’t tell you you’re more likely to killed by a falling meteor just after winning the lottery than become a famous singer isn’t a problem. The important part is what you said at the very beginning of your post, “I loved to sing.” if you had said, “I liked singing but my parents made me do all of the above, all the while promising fame amd fortue” then you’ve got a problem.
    Your parents encouraged you to do what you love, and I’m sure made sacrifices to make it possible. Now that I’m a parent, I hope I can always do the same.
    Besides, if you weren’t performing at age eight, I wouldn’t have met you; and my best memories from about seven to thirteen involve you and some type of singing. I don’t know what my kidhood would have been without doing plays, secret hand holding behind the scenery, “all I ask of you” and all the great memories I cherish.
    On this count, your parents did ok.

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  3. Jen says:

    Sounds like it was a damned either way situation. There are definitely more people in your situation then those that make it and you made people happy with your singing before and that is what counts.

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