A girl once asked me to teach her to sing
I never wound up doing so-
I thought it unethical
Since I’m not Ms.Hart.
Regardless
First you stand, you can sing sitting, but try standing first
Make sure you drink water beforehand-
But when you’re onstage it won’t seem to matter since your mouth will dry up anyways
Then you take a deep breath-
Direct it to somewhere sturdy and low-
Be that your thighs, pelvis, feet or lower-gut
Lower-gut
is best in my experience
Then feel something
At first it doesn’t matter what; you can fine-tune it later-
Feel something.
Don’t do this onstage
(Unless you want to; who am I to judge-)
Motion your arm backwards, twisting your wrist
As if beckoning the sound to come up from that low place it resides
Point at the wall and project
The sound will hit where you point, at least with practice
That’s the target
That’s the simplest it can be-
It might not be technically the best at first
But singing is still singing
And singing is strong
You have to believe in that strength and keep it
Hold it safe but be sure to show everyone
If they scream at you while you belt ‘Hedwig’ in the shower
In hopes of finding that voice that was once strong in you
And now is relapsing out of fear
Know that those who shout and swear
And intend to make you feel like nothing
They don’t matter in the slightest
Because Ms.Hart believed in me
And I believe in you-
I promise.
No comments:
Post a Comment