Thursday, October 6

My Voice

Last year when I had to stop singing for a while I had a lot of time to think about my voice. What is sounds like and what I want it to sound like, what it does and what i would like it to do. It became an object detached from by body. Like a very fragile glass egg in my throat which i had to look after.

Now we have become friends, me and my voice, she is subservient to me on the understanding that I know it is really her who holds the power - and that at the right moment I have to drop the controls and let it fly.