Scaled

Posted by on May 31, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Scaled

From this altitude I get loose, drunken in my song, and sing up and down in long reckless glides, a pendulum off center. I can feel the momentum, the gravity and the subsequent launch back up.

Song Kitchen

Posted by on May 30, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Song Kitchen

My neighborhood park is one of my more frequent practice venues these days and it never ceases to show me something fresh.

Pulse

Posted by on May 29, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Pulse

I’m reminded of music from a pow wow, that high pitched elder sound, pulsing like the heart, continuous like breath, rising from — and perfectly efficient like — nature.

Brick

Posted by on May 28, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Brick

I break it down into the B, the R, the I and the CK, slowly making my way between these four building blocks of this building block.

Leaning In

Posted by on May 27, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Leaning In

Halfway into my 15 minutes, I take in one particular oak, struck by the long languid curve of one of its two main trunks, as if it were gracefully bending for a cool drink.

Rush Hour

Posted by on May 26, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Rush Hour

Relative to the desolate streets I’ve walked over the last few days here, early morning Marfa is Manhattan rush hour.

Aboard

Posted by on May 25, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | 3 Comments
Aboard

As soon as I start singing, I hear the rumble of the coming train. The bass notes and deep earth vibration it brings always give me comfort.

Dessert Morn

Posted by on May 24, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | One Comment
Dessert Morn

It’s this town that has my mind unwound,
Logic lost in praise of sound.