Just when I think...

So Monday, yay, even Tuesday... not such good singing days. Lots of tension in my jaw and neck. I really felt like I fatigued so quickly each of my (4) practices only lasted 40 minutes or so. I go in to my lesson on Wednesday and, poof, all problems disappear. I had worried all two days and then I feel like a car owner telling the shop that there really is a squeak. Great lesson, fixed problems, started addressing some new stuff. Weird. Voices are weird.
Well, I think I'll call that a good week.

Through my thick skull

So I was reading Lamperti's book "Vocal Wisdom" for some inspiration, when in reading about focus of tone and consistent vibrancy, this is the thought that I went to. I kind of like it so I thought I would share.

Unvoiced consonants are like the galloping of a horse. Not at all times are its hooves on the ground, but the energy and coordination keep moving forward.

Todays mantra.

So i need to find a strong mantra to keep going after singing in master-class and really putting myself out there for everyone to see... it's not pretty guys. I'm at a very awkward stage. It felt like ass. I made the joke that it sounded to me like a donkey baying... but what I really meant is that it felt like the sound was shit that was spewing from my mouth... how lovely. I am so uncomfortable with singing now. It is not fun anymore. I liked it before because it felt like a conduit to express and share, now it feels like the opposite. I really am not enjoying the process. I must find some new avenue or way of approaching this change in technique. My throat feels so caged, so much tension. How in the hell did I get accepted into school? Sure the vibrancy is more even but nothing about it is comfortable anymore, and I think it sounds strangled.

So here it is. Todays mantra...
"The only real limits on your potential are the ones you put on yourself. If something is standing in your way, find another route."

Eve of my next lesson

So two weeks ago it was dizziness. I was taking too big of a breath for the phrase so the breath got stale. Last week it was sweats. I don't even know what caused it... although I'm sure it was psychological. I was so weirded out by the sound I was making I'd get nervous and have a hot flash. Ugh.
This week... well I have a lesson tomorrow, so I'll tell you then.