I’m a Band Guy! I can’t help it! I’ve played several instruments. I’m not a singer. There’s evidence of that. I can’t stand being at an event where the National Anthem is played or sung, and the audience joins in. Most can’t sing! I know what good singing sounds like. I just can’t do it myself.
Deb and I attend the Air Force Academy Men’s basketball games as season ticket owners. We have the best seats in Clune Arena, with one exception. You can hear EVERYONE singing as the middle school kids who are standing at center court singing their hearts out. Let them sing! Shut up! Sorry. I get animated when I think of this.
First, be respectful of the performers who, surely, practiced a lot to be prepared to showcase their work. They really don’t need your help! Especially since you weren’t at the rehearsals.
This disregard for those performers is not unlike what’s happening in our society right now. Everyone thinks they have a better version of the song and, by God, they have the right to disrespect anyone who doesn’t agree with their version!
Instead of singing at the top of your lungs, why don’t you quietly hum along? That should satisfy your need to be in the spotlight without taking the spotlight away from the folks on the court.
I understand that as a UNITED States of America (although we’re not quite united lately), everyone’s voice should be heard. I agree, but at the right time and at the right place and right volume! We can’t all be right all the time. Sometimes we need to practice humility and let others share their voice, too.
As I said, I’m a Band Guy! I’ve been honored to play with some extraordinary people who made up incredible ensembles. One of the characteristics of those descriptions is the humility expressed by the musicians on the set. There’s nothing like playing in a band with cats who don’t get in each others’ way. Even better, who support each other.
One of my favorite mentors, Chief Master Sergeant (deceased) Jessie Brown, a great musician in his own right, once gave me a huge compliment about my conga playing. He said, “What I like about your playing, Bob, is that you don’t get in the way.” I’m not sure I’ve ever been a great, or even good conguero, but I do know that my purpose was always to support the other players, not to be the star. I see that as a form of humility.
I have to admit, I DO sing. LOUDLY! In my car. With the windows up. There’s a time and place to express yourself. Be respectful of others and find that time and place. Then sing like no one’s listening!
I say all of this to make a point about leading. One of the most important things a leader does is get out of the way. Respect your followers. Do the work and find out how much they’ve worked to accomplish what they’ve accomplished and encourage them to do even more. Don’t butt in. Let them thrive! It’s usually easier to do the task yourself because you can do it better. But what you’re doing when you do that is destroying the harmony needed to sustain a good team.
You’ll get your chance to sing, but a leader whose interest is the team, not the self, sings background… quietly.
Be GREAT! You ARE!
¡HEIRPOWER!
bob vásquez!
