Lovesong

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

Today, a love song — probably not a radio hit, but a love song nonetheless.

Alt-Sing

Posted by on Jul 22, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Alt-Sing

What is this thing we call work, where we sit in front of light panels tapping our fingers on plastic squares, wearing plastic clamps over our heads with extension to the front of our mouths, saying words into this air.

Accompanied

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

So as some Brian Eno tracks are playing in my studio tonight, I just start doing the practice along with them.

These Are Not Words

Posted by on Jul 20, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
These Are Not Words

I don’t want to write; I just want to sing
Some days it’s like writing is the craziest thing

Wheeling

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

Oh fortunate breakdown, car refusing to go, except to the mechanic for a few days. I feel freedom at the sight of an empty driveway, a rising of locality.

Clean

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

Even though I know that the stories come and go, like light on stone, I ride this clean like a wave, loving the detail and the spaciousness.

Orbits

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

I walk laps around this burbling planet and each time I pass the action get some kind of slurred greeting or invitation to join.

Unlisted

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

Starting with “I don’t have to…,” I sing this list and then sing it again. Even though it’s not mine exactly, there is a cumulative pressure-relieving effect of doing this.