Dulcet Tones.
Singing a
one-word five-part harmony of a minor seventh chord has been a weekly event for
the past few months.
The reason I've been unleashing my inner-Beach-Boy is to record jingles
for our new radio show; one for every topic-of-choice, going up a semitone each week. While
the results are amusing, I can’t help but think I’ve created a rod for my
own back. The first chord was a Cmin7, with a top C as its highest note,
which was easy enough to reach. The chord for Sunday’s show (episode nine) is
a G#min7, featuring a top G#, which is a semitone higher than the peak of my
official vocal range. If I carry on like this, by September, I’ll be
singing notes only dogs can hear; dogs, not Doggetts.
Perhaps I’m being
over-dramatic. I can use different chord inversions in future to prevent any unnecessary
screeching; either that, or come back down the scale. I’m the one making the
rules here, damn it. Having said that,
I like to challenge myself. I won’t stop until I reach frequencies that break
the windows of North Hertfordshire. Call me Kiri Te Kanawa, but not to my face.