Auskar Wrote:3rd Grade mini-talent show in class (I lived in France at the time) and we were forced to do something. Me and three other guys pretended to be the Beatles singing and performing "Eight Days a Week" very very badly. So this would have probably been late '64 or early '65.
I was Ringo, 'cause I didn't know the words.
So you were in an early Beatles tribute band, Auskar, you lucky dog, blast your meteor-worn hide!
In the 6th grade at P.S. 122 in Astoria, Miss Kalfeon, school music director, was holding auditions. And, being a natural-born ham, I wanted in. She asked each young performer to sing something. When my turn came up, I closed my eyes and thought, "Sing it like Paul!" Four lines into AND I LOVE HER, she stopped me. "You're in."
But a couple of years later, me voice changed, and it's been downhill ever since. Started to smoke, drink, and dance the hoochie-coo. Sigh. But I must admit, testosterone kicking in did provide =some= recompense.
Sure do miss being able to sing, though.