Dropped

Posted by on Nov 30, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Dropped

Today singing takes me out of worry, into slurry of language, cadences and shapes of Italy, India, Thailand, inter-cultural offspring of my travels and interests.

Drummed

Posted by on Nov 29, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Drummed

My whole torso is one of those Irish bodhran drums, one big, round, resonant, cohesive sounding body. And it’s being played by a river that doesn’t stop.

Green

Posted by on Nov 28, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Green

I start singing in repeated falsetto phrases. It’s all that’s there, though my internal judge wants more, wants music, wants invention.

Spacious Skies

Posted by on Nov 27, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Spacious Skies

I sing an outburst of sounds, loud yawns, growls, stretching my torso wider, occupying more space than I have in weeks.

Lounging

Posted by on Nov 26, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Lounging

Walking around the American Airlines lounge I find an unoccupied room, labeled TV Room for its large screen on one wall and rows of viewing chairs.

Old crisp

Posted by on Nov 25, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Old crisp

I stay with a dry, tired, croaky voice (save the spitting) until it changes, until more life enters.

Parked

Posted by on Nov 24, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Parked

The rain starts more in earnest and I start singing more loudly as people clear the paths, looking for cover.

Songdromat

Posted by on Nov 23, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Songdromat

It’s here, while my clothes are churning, that I decide to do my practice for the day. The acoustics are good, as they are in many cavernous, windowless spaces.