I Am Like a Field Upon Which Nothing Will Grow
"Once there lived a king and queen who were rich and had everything they could wish for but no children. She complained day and night about this, and said, "I am like a field on which nothing will grow." Opening lines of "The Donkey," a Grimm's tale And once there was a student who despaired, as well, and for years, inside of a very lovely life. Her despair was a bona fide demon from the underworld of soul. Nonetheless, she was chagrined, for hers was not a demon of sickness
Why Is It Called no solos?
Suddenly, without my consent, I was not only a voice coach, I was a mystic.
Hallmarks of an Artistic Practice
I teach because I want to see a world of citizen-artists. One of the astonishments of my life is this: given the right conditions and a min
My Artistic Practices
I have many artistic practices. It turns out that that's pretty much what I do. Over time, my students and I have decided that two pract
Tongue / Tendril Exercise
Through my work as a voice teacher, I've observed that modern tongues are hyper-vigilant. So much of modern life means answering what Ge
A pianist usually plays with ten fingers. By limiting John to just one, I invited in that which we normally try to keep out: awkwardness, te
This Other Brief Weird Thing
Usually, she was too amped up by steroids to rest, but, over time, through trial and error, I happened upon a couple of songs that did the t
In Green and Gold Curves
My friend and advisor, Kim, with deep insight, remarks that I respond to green, and to these things, for a reason. Actually, I can't rig