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

Austin — I start singing mid morning and I’m still singing well past the end of the 15 minutes.

In fact I need to pause writing this because the music is still coming, like some levee has broken.

It’s wide and unrestricted, this flow of sound.

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

Finally I do a scan of my range and that seems to bring a respite of silence.

It feels like the moment after giving birth. And yet there is no baby to swaddle, just silence and a buzz in my body.

nov 29 sounds like this

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