Pent-up to Playful

Posted by on Mar 23, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | One Comment
Pent-up to Playful

I’ve been doing this now for 185 straight days and Music shows no signs of diminishment. No matter how it looks before I start singing, it is always, always there when open my mouth, breath in and let it go.

Bassetsong

Posted by on Mar 22, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Bassetsong

There’s something about the unhurried contentment of Bassets, these tubular bodhisattvas, that feels like some secret to happiness. So the tone and being of Buckley the Basset is welcome as he enters my singing tonight.

Suggestible

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

Tonight a friend recommends a good massage therapist who’s name is an Eastern European cavalcade of consonants. I look up from these letters and start singing, finding the name has landed me somewhere between Prague and Moscow.

Sing Stuck

Posted by on Mar 20, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Sing Stuck

Sometimes in this practice you need a way to break through a dulled sense of routine, through the calcifications that build up during a day, through the forgetting of our vitality.

Mouthouse

Posted by on Mar 19, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | 2 Comments
Mouthouse

I cup my hands to my mouth as if shouting for a child to come home for dinner and sing across to that house, imagining that my voice enters inside and takes a tour of the rooms.

Background Noise

Posted by on Mar 18, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Background Noise

And in my practice this afternoon, I surmise that there must have been a lot of heavy guitar bands today, because I linger in a high electric tone for much of the 15 minutes.

Shadow Lighting

Posted by on Mar 17, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Shadow Lighting

Depending on the stickiness of the judgment it could be quite a while before I return my awareness to what is actually being sung now and now and now

Back Bead

Posted by on Mar 16, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Back Bead

A monk with prayer beads, tuning out the temptations, I move them around in my hands, holding one at a time, taking in its texture and tone. Each one calls forward a different song.