Do you remember when I earlier this year wrote about the desire of taking singing lessons? If you don’t, refresh your memory.
Well, desires are to be made true and I’ve been going to singing lessons now for few weeks.
I’ve loved every minute of it.
I’ve always hummed to myself, and occasionally sang out loud. Now I have a place where I can let the air drop down to my stomach and lift the voice in the air. The sensation is wonderful; the feeling of being able to produce a somewhat controlled sound is very satisfying.
I’m not training to be a Senior Idol, or to be a classical singer. I just want to learn to breathe in the right way while singing. I want to study my abilities to reach the high notes and how to descend to the lower levels of sound making.
My teacher is an angel, full of encouragement and joy. She lets me sing songs I like, evergreens by Gershwin, Porter, Carmichael, Ellington etc.
But not yet –first I have to practise more my pelvis muscles....
High notes are a nuisance because I have a natural born whiskey-cigarettes-nightlife voice (in truth I must admit that some of that huskiness of my voice is self afflicted, not solely natural born...). I made funny, frog-like sounds just the other evening, sliding my voice lower and lower while the teacher struck three chords from her piano. Down and down and down I went and finally she asked me: “How low can you get?”
Well, I’m going to find it out.