Market Day

Posted by on Oct 23, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Market Day

I’m full of song this morning, releasing from the specific attention of my recent sing15 sessions, to a broader enjoyment.

Chesty

Posted by on Oct 22, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Chesty

I make barking sounds, MMUUWWAAHH, staccato punches of air, powered directly by staccato clenches of my upper belly.

Singing Critics

Posted by on Oct 21, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Singing Critics

This is a great relief and when I allow the judging energy to have voice, it’s tone surprises me.

Neeeexxxttt Wwwwoooorrrrddd…

Posted by on Oct 20, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Neeeexxxttt Wwwwoooorrrrddd…

The key is to be surprised by the word that is next and not have it ready well before you get to its appearance.

Choir Members

Posted by on Oct 19, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Choir Members

I often like to go up to my head voice because the resonance of it is so clear and it’s easier to play with the micro-pitches.

Not much

Posted by on Oct 18, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Not much

Still not much today, apparently. I remain obtuse and unfocused. The time goes by quickly. I try to give myself a wide berth.

Whistle

Posted by on Oct 17, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Whistle

This is the birth of the whistle, I see, as pursing my lips enough begins to produce tone at the point of constriction.

Second Generation

Posted by on Oct 16, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Second Generation

This time my eyes soften, almost crossed, and the high tone vibrates the top of my head, an inner massage for my sky lid. Trance like. I see why the Tuvan monks like this.