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eohippus all contents copyright 2007 max carmichael | why eohippus? bio contact | |
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music: evolution & genres | back next | |
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Singing In my family, the point was not that there were singers, but that everybody sang for their health and well-being. Grandma was a soloist in the Plum Creek Church, and Mamaw sang those old hymns so loud I was embarrassed. I loved Uncle Wib's voice at family reunions. Dad could scat like crazy. John Guffin, Mark Norris, and I toured the country on the trains in the 70's, singing depression-era songs for small crowds in the grand old railway stations. I've tried hard to make my voice do various things well, but in the final analysis, I don't care much about virtuosity. I know that the foundation of all music is family and community and everybody singing and dancing together, as part of normal healthy life. |
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