Rubbling

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

Take the regular rhythm and throw your hammer on it, stack it differently, kick it over again, build what’s next.

Temporary

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

Of course every song is temporary, flying through the air only when we are there. A flicker of vibration activating our stories.

Sound Pond

Posted by on Aug 21, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Sound Pond

Slowing down to the pace of self,
Not chasing some should-be elf …

Lost and Found

Posted by on Aug 20, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Lost and Found

You’re walking along and something feels off, new, unfamiliar. You look up and around. This isn’t the route you thought you were on.

Moo Bloos

Posted by on Aug 19, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Moo Bloos

Here she is. Slow. Grazing. Big-eyed. Moving tank. Fly-swatting tail. And most of all … mooing.

Conjuring

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

Here’s a practical use of your singing practice. The next time you are approaching a conversation, a meeting or other event in your day around which you feel contracted, time your 15 minutes of singing to just prior to the start of the event.

Tracks

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

Some days we practice with our long tails dragging forward the immediate and distant past, as if it is real.

Winding Down

Posted by on Aug 16, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments
Winding Down

The eyes are tired and the mind is still clicking away, creating a sheath of frenetic electricity around the body. I sing at the pace of thought for a while, locking into its clickety dance.