I sang in a barbershop chorus for a few years, about ten years ago. I enjoyed the SOUND - just to be in the middle of it was wonderful when you got it right. Eventually, the essential silliness of the songs themselves got to me and I reverted to cheerful traditional ditties about incest, shipwreck, murder and mayhem.

What I took away from the experience was, I think, much improved breathing and a better ear for harmony. I also enjoyed the company - it seems to attract some very companionable people.

Regards