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Thanks for #Timing

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Thanks for Timing

I’m talking about music and metronomes, and all the players in a band being together and on time.   What does that mean for the singer?  It means the singer needs be on time with the band.   Being on time can make the difference between being able to sing someone else’s song with a group of players and, unrehearsed as a group, sing that song, or not.

Yes, I sing.  I came to singing late in life – well, I sang all the time when I was a kid, but had no musical education and the only musical opportunity was singing WASP hymns in church on Sunday.   I used to lie on the floor on my belly, watching Broadway musicals on TV, and day-dream about being a musical star; then make my dreams come true with a game of dress-up and cabarets presented in the boat houses along the river that ran in front of our house.  At age 8, ‘Moon River‘ was my signature song!

Then the choir master in our church told me I had a low voice for a girl, that girls usually have high voices, and boys have low voices, and I stopped singing.  Afterall, I am a girl.

Ahhhh – woe is me!

Years later the songstress and voice just had to come out, or I thought I would burst.    I was petrified of singing the wrong note (after all I have a low voice for a girl).  My efforts to sing with a group were always hampered by Christmas carol sing-a-longs, or Happy Birthday choruses, led by a soprano.  My low voice didn’t stand a chance.  But the singer inside me would not give up.  She pushed and pushed and pushed – and emerged doing spoken-word poetry with a jazz trio in Budapest, then eventually burst forth, full force, in Barcelona singing punk in dark, back-room bars, with heavy metal players backing me up.  My own poetry improvised to punk – because that way I knew there could be no errors.  It was MY poetry, so nobody could tell me I was doing it wrong!

Successful as a punk-poet, I was invited to sing in fusion jams, rock jams, blues, and now I sing blues, jazz, experimental, and improvisation.

Musicians love to give a singer tips, and the greatest of those is about timing.   Now when I learn a song, I learn the words and the timing together – learning a song’s particular phrasing with a metronome.  One drummer friends says he wishes all singers would do that.

Timing gives players the foundation on which to hang a song.  When the timing works, it’s so much easier to do everything else.  Thanks for timing.

…but I do enjoy a good improvisation set where the timing isn’t fixed and the players are free to roam and ramble and find a different way of coming together. 

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X Rated Living with eXtreme Sports

Spy007au bungee jumping off the Zambezi Bridge...

Spy007au bungee jumping off the Zambezi Bridge, Victoria Falls, Africa (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here we are at the letter ‘X’ and I can honestly say I’ve never – in the 100+ places I’ve lived -  lived anywhere that starts with the letter ‘X’.  I haven’t even lived an X-rated lifestyle – that I’m going to tell you about – so I can’t titillate you with a story about that, although I did grab the idea for the title…

Extreme sports are something I’ve never really gotten into, either, though the thoughts of blending the two – X rated living and eXtreme sports does conjure up some pretty crazy ideas.  Like having sex while parachuting, or bungee jumping.  Now there’s a bizarre possibility, after all, here on Vancouver Island there is nude bungee jumping (I think), so it could happen!

The participants would have to be bungeed together, and two bungee cords would be necessary for the jump to ensure that the cord didn’t break.  As if bungee jumping (or sex) isn’t exhilarating enough on its own.  I guess that would be sex for someone seeking the ultimate thrill.  I’ll leave you with your imagination to figure out how it might work!

When I lived in Barcelona there were two metro stops that used the letter “X”: Alfons X and Pius XII, but I never lived at either stop, so I haven’t anything to say about that.

I think I’m going X the letter “X” and move on to the letter “Y”.

Wiki Answers has come up with 3 places that start with “X”: Xenia, Ohio, and  Xi An and Xiamen in China.   How about you?  Have you ever lived anywhere that starts with the letter “X”?  Or do you know of any place that starts with the letter “X”?

Now here’s something eXtreme:

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