So, Claire has started her singing career this winter with a small group of kids who call themselves The Minor Key. She'll be auditioning for American Idol in a few years and then we'll be packing up the homestead and all the animals to find a small patch of land right outside of L.A. Or not. However, she's having a blast and singing her little head off whenever she gets a chance. Paul Bunyan has always wanted to be a singer, and considers himself a good singer despite the fact that he completely sucks at it. I know that I am so much better at most things, including wiping my own ass, than singing...so I'm not quite sure where she's gotten her sense of "tone". She did, however, inherit her wicked big under bite from me. I'll have to show you some photos of that at a later date. But for once this post isn't about me.
It's about HER:
I let you listen to all three girls sing so that you can see how far superior my daughter's voice is compared to the others. Just jokin'- sorta.
But really, what this group is for Claire is a way for her to gain some confidence and experience another little slice of life she might be missing because we're not church goers. There is no choir up here on the mountain, except for the choir the birds make up but we don't speaka their language. If you know what I'm talkin' about.
What this group is for me is an avenue for me to work my wily hands at the arrangement of my daughter to this young boy, whom we have known from our days at Bellwether. He and Claire used to be classmates. And soon they will be husband and wife. I know you think I'm crazy.
But he's so freekin' cute. And talented. And someday he's going to be over the top famous. And I'm just sayin'...the two of them could go to the moon!