This one is dedicated to my dad, Paul Frelich, who passed away last Sunday…this was one of the last verses I read to him. Inspired by two men, one a friend who said I need to sing like the experienced woman that I am. And the other was a choir director who wanted me to sound like an English choir boy. Oh jeez…
Pretty Voice Blues
Pretty voice blues got me singing this song.
Up high and not low seems the sound may be wrong.
Man done told me my voice is too nice;
You gotta salt that sugar with some heat and spice.
Another man told me to keep the tone straight,
But a boy soprano ain’t been my fate.
Trained tone blahs got me singin’ this ditty.
Can you sing the blues if your voice is too pretty?
Well, I’m a strong, grown woman and I’ve paid my dues,
Yet I got me a pretty voice singin’ the blues;
Yes, I got me a pretty voice singin’ the blues!
The Muses of Happiness 
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