Morning Bird

Posted by on Apr 30, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Morning Bird

I start singing here. It’s a slow dream song, with one vertical run that comes back like a snoozed alarm. I sing as the park brightens with footsteps, dog and human. Men trickle to the basketball court.

Dried Song

Posted by on Apr 29, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Dried Song

This dry song is easy to access as I sit outside. It pinches my singing, crisps it like moon rock. After a while I can’t tell if it’s more witchy or more arid.

Apes in Trees

Posted by on Apr 28, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Apes in Trees

It’s been a while since I spun my rotating language magnets around, catching words from the air, and throwing them out of my mouth on a bed of rhythm and melody.

Comfort Zone

Posted by on Apr 27, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Comfort Zone

Today it’s falsetto, a soft and lazy mouth opening, easy resonance on hard palate, a vowel close to ooh. I welcome these times when simple is plenty.

Sweet & Low

Posted by on Apr 26, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Sweet & Low

It takes a few minutes to dig into the practice and when I do I can feel my energy meter rising. It’s a wholly different upswing than that caused by the cane grain. It is wider and slower, more liquid, sun rising, awakening, a slow motion slap across the face.

Footward

Posted by on Apr 25, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Footward

Simply remembering that you have feet can interrupt this and bring you into gravity, contact and vibration, the real stuff of the moment.

Themeless

Posted by on Apr 24, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Themeless

It’s an interesting dynamic in writing about a practice whose heart is emergence — the mind wanting to analyze and crystallize, synthesize and verbalize.

Unsung

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

I notice that Life is full already, that I am inside it and that singing feels like pouring more water into a tub already filled to the brim.