"can't tell when he is supposed to come in...etc, etc"
HOO BOY Is that me! Poor Reynaud is always in doubt as to when I'm going to start singing...It's the only time I ever really surprise him, and (pity him!) it's always an unpleasant surprise. You would think that just out of random chance I'd start singing in the right spot once out of every four tries, but it's almost as if I'm so "rhythmically challenged" that I'll start ANYWHERE but in the right spot. As with the guitar, I have to think and count to find the right spot, and the thinking and counting slow me down, so even with that, I come in a bit late. I'll try the "leg slapping;" it may be the strategy that will help my brain get with the beat!

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