Well, that was a pleasant surprise.

I'm a somewhat-trained baritone. It's just something I've never had to professionally use. If I'd gone the opera route, that would be one thing. But I'm the size of any three members of a normal chorus line and a baritone, which means in musical theater terms, I'm fucking useless until I hit my forties.
I went down a couple decibels during the war. Two IED's, a mortar, some small arms fire and some miscellany gave me some moderately jacked up ears. Took me until 2013 before I could use a phone without shouting and/or asking people to repeat themselves embarrassingly often. Yay texting.
(Yes, I went to the VA. Yes, they were useless. Yes, I know about the 3M lawsuit. No, I don't care enough to bother with it. Moving on.)
Since then I've been equally curious and nervous, wondering if I lost my musical ear along with the range.
Welp, tonight I went out to karaoke with those most wondrous of people: loved ones I trust to tell me if and when I'm fucking up.
And, near as I can tell, still got it. Needed neither bucket nor forklift to carry tunes. Kept up with both Elvis and Meatloaf before calling it a night to go home and feed the cats.
Nice to know that tool's still useful, if I ever need it out of the box again.