Sonntag, 17. Juni 2007
Woo! OMG ...
Woo! OMG that was so much fun! ^_^ Well... once I stopped being nervous as hell and squeaking through the song I was singing. Today I had my "midterm" for voice (we sing three times, solo, in class. This was number two). I sang "Any Dream Will Do" from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (actually Janelle and I both sang the same song today... only two people sing a day). I had it down this mornig. But when I tried to sing it the first time around I squeaked and cracked through the first half. By the time I got to the second half I was in "who gives a shit" mode and actually started singing decently. David, my instructor, made me start again (his little secret for me: pretend the audience hates you and hate them back... trust me this works) and it sounded SO much better the second time around. After that he had me do some basic singing excersizes... and I surprized the hell out of him, Bree (the accompanment), and the class. Holy shit those were some high notes! ^_^ He's pretty sure I'm a dramatic soprano (though he won't say for certain), except that I'm higher in range than most dramatics (and he was really impressed that I was getting that high considering I was still really tense and nervous). His biggest piece of advice to me was to relax (which I already knew) because I have a really big voice, I just have to learn how to use it.*giddy*Oh yeah... and to hell with locking this journal.
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pretend the audience hates you and hate them back... This is definitely a part of the secret of making stage fright work for you. (Overcoming stagefright is a myth invented for ABC's TGIF lineup; even Robert Smith still gets his "Agh! People!" moment before going onstage.)Part of it in my experiences seems to relate to the strange magical glamor you get when you're the center of attention. It's difficult to describe, but just as an example if you're onstage at a womyn's organic coffee collective open myke nyght, and some yells out "You suck!" while you're talking about a cherry tree that's somehow a metaphor for your first period*, you can get away with a crappy retort such as "No, you are," and then get back to work. Because onstage you are a minor pantheon celebrity, the peons in the audience are less than nothing. And if you make a mistake, you can just move past it, because everyone is focusing on Right Now, not two minutes ago when you flipped albino with endangered.So yes, remember the audience are all illiterate retards, you are Marlene Dietrich, and somebody better get you a goddamn cigarette when you ask for it or it's the shark tank for the lot of them!*This whole imaginary sequence is courtesy of me and Scott watching "The L Word" last night and hating every minute of it.
I never heard angry singing before! I can rap pretty angry though.
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