Roughing

Posted by on Jan 23, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Roughing

I jump into today’s session with an attempt at tunefulness but it falls away quickly, replaced by low, gravely barks and grunts.

Bare Necessity

Posted by on Jan 22, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Bare Necessity

A hundred times I can feel the urge to be more acrobatic, to add interest and talent, and a hundred times I come back and reference the light for guidance.

InnerWords

Posted by on Jan 21, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
InnerWords

There are a thousand ways to open a word whose first letter is “a” and I explore some of them. I can start the vowel with a sharp glottal sound, slide into it on a soft breath or use an “h” sound as my way in.

Hall Hands

Posted by on Jan 20, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Hall Hands

I start singing with my elbows on my desk, my chin resting on the heels of my hands and my fingers shaped into a cup around my mouth and nose, a darkened mini concert hall.

Different

Posted by on Jan 19, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Different

I get loud and New York-y, old-time circus-y, steaming street drain and wool knickers-y, all pratfalls and funny faces-y. My numb face enhances the bumbling, anything-for-a-laugh quality of this song.

Useful Confinement

Posted by on Jan 18, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Useful Confinement

Several times, I nearly fall off as more notes want to come in, but as the time progresses the tight rope gets fatter and my improvisational urges show up in the form of phrasing, rhythm, language rather than melody.

Stewing

Posted by on Jan 17, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Stewing

I gather these things as I find them, listening to and playing with each one for a while before coming upon the next. At some point, I put them all in the pot and just stir. It’s a brightening stew, this.

Worlds

Posted by on Jan 16, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Worlds

It’s this that pulls me into my practice, this sense of stepping into a space beneath the surface. After a while I find my hands in prayer position at my chest, like some of the characters in the paintings.