Tenor twelve feet away from earshot.
Tenor twelve feet away from her and all musical instruments at all times.
Solo I can’t hear you, tenor 11 miles down the road.
Ten or twenty feet away from her at all times.
Ten or twelve feet away from her at all times.
Tenor twelve feet away from every musical instrument for all time.
The press made quite a big deal out of his sax change.
... Tenor fifteen miles away. Zing.
Tenor twelve feet away from all musical instruments at all times.
But my voice would be higher in an alto-nate universe.
Ten or twelve miles away
"Ten or eleven miles away from anybody else."
Dad: What group was this guy in again?
Me: The Three Tenors.
Dad: Do you know how much they used to get paid?
Me: (Groan) How much?
Dad: Thirty quid.
Then sing ten-or twelve miles away.
A classic put-down of my singing from my Dad. R.I.P.
Pfizer! Pfizer! Pfizer!
Should get a no bell prize.
Unfortunately, she was an alto and didn't make the cut.
It means a lot to him.
You're tenor-izing meat.
......solo they can't hear me.
Coincidentally, they also ask me to sing tenor.
.....tenor twelve miles away.
They put me in a world of hertz.
They couldn't afford a tenor.
I told him about a tenor so.
Don't worry, he is all-right now
Anytime there is a group picture, they always hand me the camera.
Out of 20 I’d say my singing level is like a tenor eleven.
Now that the Tenors had left, everyone has been pretty SAB lately.
At a rehearsal for my choir, the director made some last minute changes to the standing arrangements. For a couple songs, we wouldn't be standing in the usual Soprano Alto Tenor Bass formation, but we'd we standing in a way that we were surrounded by people of different sections. As you can imagine, shifting around 4 rows of risers is a bit hectic, so I asked my friend where exactly I had to go.
He told me, "As long as you're mixed, it's okay."
A wave of dark intentions washed over my brain.
I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "But I'm Chinese".
It took him a full two seconds to register what I just said.
What in the actual fuck is happening to me right now?
He says, "You know...before you can learn to sing tenor, you first have to learn to sing niner..."
"Can you sing tenor? Ten or twelve miles away?"
"Can you sing solo? So low we can't hear you?"
My band had a performance yesterday. We have three saxophone players. One of plays only Alto saxophone, one of them alternates between playing Alto, Tenor and Baritone saxophone and the last plays both Tenor and Baritone saxophone.
The second two kept swapping each other's instruments or one of the other saxophones they had in the background. So at one point we had to wait for them to change while the rest of us were all ready to start playing the next song.
So, trying to make it less awkward for the audience I turn to them and I says 'I'm sorry, they're just playing ... Musical Instruments'
I'm still giggling about it.
We are sitting at the dinner table after church. My sister says, "man, the choir director had me singing low today. I know I was singing lower than the tenors."
My dad without missing a beat, "Hmm. You must have been singing a niner."
I think I choked on my food from that one.