Bonesong

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

Today this layer lays fallow as the bones step forward to conduct. It starts at the front teeth. Just slightly touching, they sing pure vibration, resonant rock. Earth quaking. Enlivening buzz.

Turned

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

In this practice we place ourselves on a daily vocal walk and make our way through whatever terrain we find until we arrive at our contrived end point, 15 minutes later. We offer ourselves to Music and get what we get, often in surprise.

Resting in Pattern

Posted by on Apr 20, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Resting in Pattern

It’s so familiar this thought that things should progress, that originality is good, that new is the thing to pursue.

Awaiting Breakfast

Posted by on Apr 19, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Awaiting Breakfast

The hunger song today sounds to me like Muslim calls to prayer and I wonder if the small hungers inside a comfortable life are on the continuum of all hunger, all the way to the realm of yearning for the ultimate.

Elemental

Posted by on Apr 18, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Elemental

I’m knee deep and notice that my experience of singing instantly shifts when I stand in the water. The center of the song drops down into my lower body, my attention becomes less frenetic and I tune more into my animal nature, aware, immersed.

Teleported

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

I emerge into the late Austin night, finding my car and my song on the drive home. It feels good to vocalize after sitting inside the roaring engine cocoon

Droned In

Posted by on Apr 16, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Droned In

This slope vibrates, not just with the brave first flower below my arc, but with the still-grey maples. days away from freeing their fetal leaves forward into raucous decoration.

Play Out

Posted by on Apr 15, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Play Out

It’s when three skaters dudes come rolling, carrying two pieces of plywood that my song picks up. They plop the wood on the grass, a few steps below the sidewalk.