Austin — 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.
Indian “om’s,” clipped Thai sounds, sip, tim, sup, nip, lyrical Italian, rolling r’s.
Occasionally worry creeps back in, protesting for its validity until moments when the essence of flowing tone lands like a water drop in my core, splashing up into a smile and shows this worry what is really real.
Sing, every day, 15 minutes without stopping. That’s what I do.