I’m a shower singer these days but once upon a time, back in my college days, I loved playing guitar and singing folk and Celtic music, sometimes even where other people could hear.
One of my favorite things to sing were the old songs from oral traditions that could be sung in rounds. I always wanted to get enough people together in one place to sing Rose, Our Poor Bird, and Heigh Ho together in eight to twelve rounds but it never happened. So the dream languished and eventually died.
Then, lo and behold! Here it is decades later, and I recently discovered software installed on my computer that miraculously enables me to sing all the parts by myself! No choir assemblage required. Playing around with it I was delighted and amazed to finally be able to hear all the harmonics involved, and I admit…I briefly returned to a distant dream I once nourished of growing up to be a folk singer some day. (A dream that died a sad, unnatural death due to paralyzing stage fright, which was just as well since lack of voice training probably would have killed it off anyway.)
The audio tracks got out of sync in the middle for a couple of measures…sorry. And the photos in the slideshow are from a trip we took to the Olympic rainforest a few years ago. I thought they captured the same kind haunted feeling as the music.
(It feels a little weird to post this since it’s pretty much solely about me and…let’s face it…who cares? But what the hell. I love these songs and after thirty years of wondering what it would sound like, I might as well share, right?)
So anyway, here it is.
copyright Dia Osborn 2012