Scattered

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

I make mechanical laughing sounds, exploring how they can turn into melody. I walk across the floor kicking my feet forward, with percussive singing. I sing a brief falsetto note and between little side trips, come back to it.

Unmasking

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

If I were standing in a singer’s x-ray, the locus of the activity would be all head-ward. Seeing this, I remember the mask and drop it.

Brainsprouts

Posted by on Dec 21, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Brainsprouts

As I pull myself away from dumb TV, an element of my holiday lounger self, I pass an etching in my hallway, one of three I have from the Northwest U.S. artist Thomas Woods.

Splitting Wood

Posted by on Dec 20, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Splitting Wood

I walk into my living room and start singing. I stand for a while in front of the picture of Herbert, a family friend who spent his life working in the woods in northern Vermont.

Hooked

Posted by on Dec 19, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Hooked

As I start my practice, I pick up a massage tool from a chair in the studio. It looks like a shepherd’s hook and affords leverage on otherwise unreachable back muscles.

Spinning Up

Posted by on Dec 18, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Spinning Up

I’m shouting for a while, then I squeak like a Brazilian cuica, burrow like a drill, hawk newspapers, all at a driving pace.

On Board

Posted by on Dec 17, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
On Board

Somehow this has me feeling more supported, like I’m riding on the bus rather than driving it. I let go to see what towns we are visiting today.

Unfinished Business

Posted by on Dec 16, 2010 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Unfinished Business

My eyes pass over an opening in the kitchen wall. I removed a washer and dryer from here two years ago and haven’t done anything yet with the associated water valves, hot, cold, looking out on this nook.