Okay, this is an old post, and I still haven't listened to the posted sample. (Me spanks me's self.)
And the only reason I'm posting a response now is because somebody else did, so the thread showed up under "New Posts." Plus-- and most importantly/tellingly-- I've been drinking beer, so my thought processes are currently impaired. (True story!)
(1) You can sing.
(2) You can truly sing.
(3) You can sing truly.
But what really matters is
(1) Do you want to sing?
(2) Do you truly want to sing?
(3) Do you want to truly sing?
(4) Do you want to sing truly?
(5) Do you truly want to truly sing truly?
(6) Do you... oh, crud, I've run out of permutations!
The thing is, if you truly love to sing, then you should sing-- and damn the torpedoes (as well as anyone who sticks their fingers in their ears while you're singing).
It's like Barry Manilow. I never cared for his songs when I was growing up-- I was much too "cool" for them, plus a bunch of older people (especially my parents) liked his songs, which was all I needed to know to dang him to heck. But what I remember the most about him was that when he hit it big and all the TV talk shows started talking about him, one of the things they said was that while he was writing his songs and playing the piano and singing, all of his neighbors were complaining about the noise he was making.
So to heck with what your neighbors and everyone on this site may say. Do you love to sing? When you sing, do you reach deep inside your soul and express vocally what you've found there? If yes, then by all means, sing.
Will other people want to listen to your singing? Who cares; you're singing from your soul, so it doesn't matter what others think! Anyway, "genius" is often unappreciated until several generations after the fact. (I'm not suggesting that your singing is "genius," mind you; I'm just sayin'.)
Sure, you're a frail human being trying to make his or her way through the Big Bad World and find a way to put food in your mouth and keep a roof over your head, not to mention how to keep the IRS from fining you and charging you interest for not having any health insurance and stuff. But in the final analysis, if singing is something that you truly love to do, and if you truly sing from your heart, then sing your heart out.
Commercialism is oh-so-important these days, as well as in days gone by. After all, what good is it to sing (or dance, or write poems, or build buildings, or cook meals, or whatever) if no one is willing to pay/feed/house/support you? So yes, you care about whether other people think you can sing. But you shouldn't. You should just sing, and truly sing, and sing truly. You might die of starvation, or exposure to the elements, or get eaten by the IRS-- I mean, by a T-Rex-- but at least you will have died doing what you love. Is there any better way to die?
