I got put out of my church choir because my pastor said, 'We can't have baby sister singing the blues and coming in here and singing on Sunday morning.'
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They kicked me out of the church when I'm a little girl because they said I'm singing like a dog. They didn't want me to sing there anymore.
My mother raised me in the church. I was not allowed to stay home on Sunday; there was no option. I sang in the choir all the way up until I went to college.
I went to a church where you could not sing out loud in the service until you had been saved.
You get a heck of a sound from the church. Can't you hear it in my voice?
We went to church every Sunday. When I was a kid, the only time I sang was around my family.
I sang in choir as a kid.
I went to, you know, a church in Chicago, and my mom, of course, was in the choir because my mom was a singer; she used to sing. I wanted to be in the choir as well, and I was like, 'Mom, please, you know, I want to sing in the choir with you guys.' I kept on asking her, and finally I was, you know, in the choir.
Mum decided that I could sing a bit, so she put me in a choir, which I hated, and it was just a nightmare. I was a rebellious sort of choirboy.
My father started me singing in church.
I sang in the choir for years, even though my family belonged to another church.