I decided to just trust that the reason why this was happening would eventually be revealed to me. After the entire day went by and my voice worsened every hour, I did begin to fret about what would happen on stage when I opened my mouth to sing with no sound coming out. But I had made up my mind to trust, and that's really all I could do.
In short, I did get on that stage, and I witnessed one of the most beautiful experiences in my career as a musician. I asked my audience if they would support me and sing my concert with me. They were amazing and from start to finish they sang every song with me WORD. FOR. WORD. So, no, my voice didn't magically come back, but the people whom I hoped would find meaning in my songs when I was originally writing them, sang them to me. And through that experience, I understood that I needed to lose my voice in order to be reminded that it's never about me. As my friend Trina Harmon always says, "I am the faucet, not the water."
(SO happy that Joe Corcoran could come out from L.A. to play this show with me. Joe played all the guitars, horns and bass on my album).Happy Valentine's Day, my lovely friends. I'm hoping to see many of you tonight at another one of these "sing-alongs" for my Valentine's Day Concert at Velour Live Music Gallery in Provo. Buy tickets HERE for $12 or at the door for $15. (Includes dessert!).