Nobody, myself included, can pinpoint the time people lost the ability to sing. It started disappearing gradually before anyone noticed and was completely gone before we finally did. It happened the way it would in a dated science fiction film.
By that time I was already well into my twenties. Part of me was relieved that the capabilities of my voice, a sound that always made me uncomfortable, had been diminished. I suspected I wasn’t alone in feeling secret relief. Others, people like you, I imagine, felt no such thing.
Music didn’t die. We turned to it with a new and different desperation. Unlikely pairings of instruments and “found noises,” people coughing and whispering, dogs growling, recordings of tornados: these became music’s new sounds. Artists toiled to find our new voice without stopping.