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Singing and Reading

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

LOTS of singing today. I began the day rehearsing with the Clearwater Singers for Whistlepig in May. Once again we’re singing songs suggested by members, so I’m learning three new songs. They’re sounding more familiar–always a good feeling. A couple of them still have parts I’m unsure of, but youtube is my friend. It’s great to be able to listen to them for free anytime through that service.

The singers are well focused so far. We rehearse the three days that I’m at school and we just finished the first week. The youngest student singer is 7 and the oldest is 15–all girls. And then there are us two female staff members. One of my male colleagues, a wonderful musician, is accompanying us on guitar and I always appreciate his suggestions for things to try to make songs stronger and more interesting.

Later in the day Stephanie and I rehearsed two of the songs we’re working on, and this evening was my women’s choir rehearsal. In the latter group many of the songs are coming together and I’m beginning to figure out passages that are more tricky to sing.

I also finished reading Colman, the third book in Monica Furlong’s Wise Child trilogy, to a student. It was my great pleasure to be able to read the first two books again after having read them many years ago. I had not read the third book before, so it was fun to find out what happened to the characters in the first two books. They are wonderful stories, with gentle magic and profound observations about love, fear, connection and self-knowing. I’d highly recommend all of them.

Tonight I was thinking I had a fairly unscheduled weekend to catch up on things, but memories of meetings, company for dinner and other commitments came flooding in. Damn! I was hoping to catch up on bookkeeping, Clearwater blog posts and my own singing practice. I’m really looking foward to spring break a week from now, when I’ll have lots more time to get some things done.

Quickie

Monday, March 8th, 2010

I haven’t been home much today. Ian and I had a voice lesson, which was a really great one for me. Our teacher talked about incorporating more air and practicing slides to allow for relaxation in the throat and neck. It will be fun to try these things out to see what emerges.

This afternoon Bob and I had a meeting with a friend who is interested in helping Bad Alien with marketing. It was a good conversation and helped me think about marketing in a different light. We don’t yet know just what direction we’re going, but our friend can help us with that.

This evening I attended a glass armonica concert with another friend. A parent at school plays viola with the Odeon String Quartet, which partnered with Dennis James, an organist and glass armonica player to present a unique program of Mozart, Philip Glass and another contemporary composer whose name I don’t remember. Who knew that Mozart composed for the glass armonica?

Shakespeare & Theatre

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

My mind is full of some of the things I heard and saw tonight while watching two more episodes of Playing Shakespeare, which I mentioned in a recent post. The first of the two dealt with creating a character. Patrick Stewart and David Suchet each demonstrated their interpretations of Shylock from “The Merchant of Venice“. (Each played the role in different productions with the Royal Shakespeare Company.) It was fascinating to watch because they were both so different but wonderful in their unique ways.

John Barton, the RSC director who also provides instruction and commentary during the acting workshops, commented on the role of the director vs. the actor in a production. He seemed very generous when he said that as a director he can have his own interpretation of Shakespeare’s goals and intentions in a play and he can pose questions and offer comments to actors playing the roles, but in the end once the production is staged it belongs to the actors and their unique embodiment of the characters.

The second of the two episodes I watched tonight focused on “set” speeches and soliloquies–those parts of the play where one character has a long speech either to other characters or alone on stage. A number of different actors performed a variety of these speeches. With all of them Barton emphasized the importance of actors speaking the lines as if they were just discovering and needed to say the words, finding the complexity of the character but also striving for simplicity in their performance. He talked about the infinite ways an actor can interpret and deliver a speech and how each actor has to ignore previous interpretations and performances and discover a character and speech for the first time.

One of the set speeches is from “As You like It“–the “All the world’s a stage” speech. Since the episode didn’t name the play it is from I looked it up and found an online Cliff notes-like site that reprints the first few lines of the speech and then goes on to analyze how the speech would be delivered and what Shakespeare intended with it. How ironic in light of John Barton’s comments about the importance to the players and the audience of discovering the plays, characters and speeches as if for the first time.

The acting workshop series is awesome for me and anyone who’s interested in the craft of acting and directing and the power of theatre in general. Watching masterful actors try out different things in front of a camera–all of it fascinating and much of it moving–intensifies my admiration and awe for the skill, hard work and willingness to be vulnerable that good actors demonstrate. I also appreciate anew the magic of live theatre because every performance is different and fresh if the actors continually work to learn and create each time they perform.

Music & TV

Monday, February 8th, 2010

Ian and I had a good voice lesson today. There is so much to discover and learn about singing in general and my voice in particular. Our teacher was talking about imagination and how our voices/bodies don’t know how to produce something unless we imagine it first. Paradoxically, sometimes we can’t imagine a result until we produce or embody it first. Seems like one of those unfathomable mysteries. I kind of like those paradoxes.

She also encouraged me to trust and note the freedom of my voice when I’m warming up, before I even start doing scales. I started working on a Tom Waits song that definitely has gospel and blues influences. It sounds like I may be able to find darker tones in my voice that would lend themselves to that song, although I’m just beginning to explore that. I always thought people who could belt out the blues were born with a particular vocal quality that gives those songs such power, which may be true. I’m going to experiment with finding more of that quality in my own voice.

That’s exciting, even though I haven’t the slightest idea how to do it yet. Our teacher really stresses play and exploration, which appeals to me even as I feel self-conscious and vulnerable if anyone else is around to hear. I’m not alone. Apparently when Madonna was training to sing Evita, she built a completely sound-proof studio so no one could hear her practice. She felt too embarrassed about being that vulnerable.

This evening the three of us finally watched the season finale of Battlestar Galactica. We kept putting it off because it was long and we knew we wouldn’t want to interrupt it in the middle. The series was so great, but the ending didn’t completely live up to the promise and complexity of the series. I can appreciate the fact that making good endings is really difficult, but I wish the writers had worked harder. It wasn’t a horrible ending, but left loose ends and didn’t have the subtlety of the series.

We decided to finish the series because we heard from a friend that a prequel to Battlestar, called Caprica, just started. It didn’t seem right to start the prequel before finishing the mother show. Her opinion is that it’s even better than Battlestar. It’s hard to resist that kind of recommendation. So now we’ve got the last season of Lost and the first season of Caprica to keep up with.

Back from Hiatus

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

I apologize for the three-day blog blackout. Bob and I were in Wisconsin for the memorial service of one of Bob’s old family friends. It was a wonderful experience reconnecting with the children of the deceased (Bob’s contemporaries) and meeting all of his grandchildren. We spent all day Friday being part of their family’s remembrances and gatherings. We plan to stay connected with the family better in the future. Friendships, especially ones with shared history, warmth and supportive relationships, are treasures to cherish and sustain.

On one of our flights I started looking through Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain. It looks like the perfect thing for me to work on next, both for drawing and supporting my efforts to uncover undiscovered pieces of myself and my unique creativity. Tomorrow I will start on the exercises and begin working my way through the book.  More on that as time goes on.

On the flight to Wisconsin I read most of a book called Living Witness by Jane Haddam. It’s a modern mystery novel set in a small town in Pennsylvania and concerns some murders which everyone assumes are the result of sometimes poisonous tensions between fundamentalist Christians and other residents over putting a notice about where to find more information about intelligent design inside the covers of the local public school’s science textbooks. The author does a great job of creating believable characters on both sides of the divide. Her detective, who appears in many of her other books, is the somewhat neutral sounding board for the charged emotions and opinions of the other characters. I’d recommend the book, partly because Haddam does such a good job of describing how difficult it is for people to really listen and debate without defensiveness, righteousness and judgment. It would be wonderful if more people (including me) would cultivate the skill and art of disagreeing and remaining connected and in community with people we disagree with.

As a result of reading the book, I also spent some time today looking through a bunch of the resources on evolution on the National Center for Science Education’s website, which the author recommended in her afterword. I bookmarked a bunch of stuff there and hope to work my way through it. On the subject of evolution, I also highly recommend a book by local author Lyanda Lynn Haupt, Pilgrim on the Great Bird Continent: The Importance of Everything and Other Lessons from Darwin’s Lost Notebooks.

Back to the routine tomorrow and what I choose to do with the new day.

Film and Cookies

Sunday, January 24th, 2010

Usually I come up with a title and then start writing the post. Today I’m going to write the post first and see what title emerges afterward.

This morning five people were here to record voices for an independent short animation project. It was the first time Bob used the sound studio to record for someone he didn’t know at all. He responded to a request for studio time on NW Film Forum’s callboard. It went well and the producer, director and actors were pleased with the space and the result. Bad Alien will get a credit on the film, which they hope will be picked up by several film festivals. Having seen a bit of it, I think they have a good chance.

It was good to establish a contact with other people in the local film community. The producer, in particular, seemed pretty savvy and knowledgable, so he’s a good person to know. One of the voice actors retired a couple of years ago from sales of heavy electrical equipment. He is not at all afraid to put himself out there, thanks to his many years of experience calling people constantly to try to sell them stuff.

He told a great story of calling the Fischer flour mill purchaser once a week for three years, just to check if the Fischer guy wanted to buy any of his products. No sale–for three years. Then one day he called and got a different guy, whom he knew a little from his frequent contact with the company. The salesman asked about the Fischer purchase manager and was told that he had retired. The guy on the phone was the new purchaser and immediately told the sales guy that there were some things he wanted. This former salesman commented that it never hurts to keep asking, keep yourself in the picture. You don’t lose anything by continuing to knock on the door. I liked his story and his philosophy.

I’ve been putting off filing state excise taxes for Bad Alien Productions and Fleebag Studios, but got it done today a few days before the deadline. It’s not that hard, just a little time-consuming and boring. At least I don’t have to worry about that for another year. The next big task is filing for Bad Alien’s trademark through the federal trademark office. That will be a little more involved.

Ian and I watched a rock documentary, Metallica: Some Kind of Monster today. It was fascinating and ultimately hopeful. It basically tracks the band’s journey of tribulation and self-discovery over almost three years trying to make a new album in the early 2000s. I was especially jazzed to see a short bit of footage of James Hetfield (lead singer and guitarist) doing vocal warmup exercises. They never show that in rock documentaries. It demonstrated that rock gods have to practice and take care of their voices (if they want to sing for the long term) just like every other singer.

This evening we chilled out and watched Amelie. We haven’t seen it in several years, and it was just as delightful this time around. It was good to sit and relax this evening for a change. I baked some oatmeal/dried cranberry and oatmeal/chocolate chip cookies that I stirred up earlier in the day. Delicious!

Drawing and More Tears

Friday, January 15th, 2010

This evening I sat down and tried to draw. I gathered a few snippets of evergreen and spent plant parts and laid them in an informal grouping on the table. Bob joined me as moral support, drawing a different object. I felt unsure of what to draw on, what to draw with–I hesitated to begin

The first thing I tried to draw were a couple of dried ornamental grass stems with curving long leaves and the hairlike filaments of the flowering part. They turned out okay, although I painstakingly worked to get my drawing as close to what I saw as possible. My hand and arm did not move in a flowing way and I was conscious that I was too concerned about getting it right, in the sense that I wanted the relative angles and relationships to be close to reality. I felt incapable of trying to draw it in any other way, which is the opposite of exploring. Bob suggested I just play, but I don’t know how to do that when it comes to drawing.

I next tried several times to draw a simple green leaf. I didn’t like any of them. They looked flat and ugly, and nothing like the leaf I was looking at. We drew for about 25 minutes, I feeling stupid and incapable of doing anything differently from what I was doing. In short, at the end of the session I was in tears and felt stuck with no idea how to get unstuck. It was the same way I felt after the drawing class in the fall–painful but familiar feelings that need to move beyond helplessness and despair, where I’ve always stopped before.

Bob suggested I try working through Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain, at least for several sessions to see if that opens up some new possibilities and ideas for experimenting. Since I own the book , that seems like a good thing to try. I’ve never gotten into it before.

I feel hopeful that this time, that despite my feelings of despair and judgment, I’m determined to see what lies beyond and really work at gaining skill in something that I feel completely incapable of. Now I’m feeling adamant, in addition to the regular feelings.

Soon after the drawing session, I had a sudden glimpse into a way of being that would allow me to be more patient and gracefully navigate times at school when I feel infuriated that systems no longer work and we have to walk in the shifting sands of unsatisfying discussions, trying other things, and facing the reality that nothing ever seems to work forever–life is uncertain and imperfect.

That was an interesting thought to pop in right then, so I think putting myself right in the pain of these drawing exercises is a valuable thing to do. I do dread it, though.

Busy Monday

Monday, January 11th, 2010

I’ve had a busy day today, so I’m squeezing this post in at the end of the day. I don’t want to take much time because I really need to head to bed. I’m going to write a little and post without proofing or editing, which is partly practical and partly to try out putting something out that doesn’t approach some level of perfection, as I define it anyway.

The issue of perfeciton came up in my voice lesson today, as an aside to something else that we were working on. My teacher commented that it used to drive her crazy to experiment with something she didn’t understand, because she really wanted to be able to figure it out ahead of time before experimenting. She was asking Ian and me to release tension completely in our faces, neck and mouths without understanding how or why it works. She used the phrase “equanimity before perfection”, when describing this process. I really liked that and want to remember that. Being calm and comfortable with something less than my own expectation in the service of discovering something new and better than I can imagine or hope to understand at this point.

It was a really good lesson, today; my lessons always are. Lots to work on and explore and I’m going to keep my resolution to work even a few minutes a day on learning new things about my voice and singing in general.

Creativity Resolutions

Sunday, January 10th, 2010

Today I cleared out the drawings I did from the 3-part November art class, because Bob participated in a figure drawing session today and didn’t want lots of extraneous paper in the portfolio. I was surprised and pleased to find that I didn’t hate everything, like I did during the class itself. There were three or four sketches or parts of sketches that weren’t half bad, especially for my beginner status. It sparked a desire to start practicing on a regular basis for 15 or 20 minutes two or three times a week, using stuff at home or plants from around my house. Since Bob offered to draw with me whenever I want to, I’m going to take him up on it as support for me to keep working at it.

I’ve also been contemplating the fact that I don’t practice singing much between voice lessons and choral practices. I feel self-conscious, which as I mentioned in a earlier post reflects my attachment to a particular sound and result. I will take the bull (i.e. my self-critical voice) by the horns and give it something to do by encouraging it to put some energy into physical voice practice. I spend so much time thinkinig about the things I learn rather than practicing them. That’s my other resolution–to spend a few minutes every day practicing, risking, trying things out. There are lots of suggestions from my voice teacher and choir teacher that appeal to me, but I balk at trying them  outside of the safety of my voice teacher’s studio and the support of my fellow choir members. It’s fascinating how vulnerable I feel with just my own voice. One thing I’m considering is working toward doing a solo vocal recital in the next year or year and a half as incentive to give voice to my voice. Sheesh! My psyche is so convoluted and counterproductive sometimes, standing in the way of pursuing stuff that mostly gives me a lot of joy.

This afternoon, my choral group performed a shorter version of our December concert. We did not do the piece in which I had a solo. We did do a piece where I’m the only person who sings a sustained A above C on the final note of the piece. Whether I hit it right on is hit or miss. I know it’s high and a lot of the time I get psyched up for it, which in reality makes me clutch up and try to muscle it out, causing a strained and sometimes a slightly flat note. My choral director told me before the December concert that if I couldn’t hit it, not to worry about it. She also said that if I was going to go for it, I just had to commit, open my mouth and sing without hesitation.

Today, in the rehearsal before the concert, sure enough, I tried to muscle the note and it was just a tad flat and didn’t feel at all free. During the concert, I was trying to decide whether to try for it. During the last few measures before the note, I decided I wouldn’t chicken out, that I would go for it. I just relaxed and decided to sing whatever came out. I opened my mouthwide and there it was–free, clear and right on the pitch. That was pretty exhiliarating and I hope I can duplicate that sensation and intention the next time, rather than putting so much energy into the fear that it’s going to come out wrong.

Over the next couple of weeks I’m going to figure out a somewhat loose schedule to put these resolutions into practice and over time put some visual and audio samples up, if I can figure out how to do that on this blog.

Rain and Laughter

Friday, January 8th, 2010

I walked into Greenwood this morning to get a haircut and by the time I was done and walking home it rained heavily and steadily.  Since it was dry when I left home, I didn’t think to bring a raincoat or umbrella and was pretty wet when I got home. It was fine, though. I don’t get caught in the rain very often and it was kind of fun being out in it, especially since I knew I wouldn’t be in it for hours.

Ian and I took down our Christmas tree today, so we’d have room for everyone coming to our movie night. It’s never as much fun putting away the ornaments as it is taking them out–the former is definitely more fussy, while the latter is like remembering and greeting old friends. Putting the ornaments away does spark a sense of distant anticipation of pulling them all out next year. Putting a tree inside the house is a strange and wonderful custom, when you think about it. Once we’ve taken it out, I always feel like that a character in that old tale about the person who thinks his/her house is too small and a wise elder advises them to bring in a succession of bigger and bigger animals. Then the elder tells the person to remove all the animals and–presto!–the house feels so much bigger.

For our movie night tonight I made a recipe I hadn’t tried before–a Persian Lentil Spinach stew. It was delicious. We all watched Les Vacances de M. Hulot (or Mr. Hulot’s Holiday). I’d never seen any of Jacques Tati’s movies before. It was amusing most of the time and laugh-out-loud funny in several places. It’s always interesting to see the subtle differences in humor between cultures, as well as the gags that seem to be universally funny. In Tati’s movies, there is so much going on in each scene that you can’t possibly see it all during the first or even subsequent viewings. They would definitely be fun movies to own and watch several times.