Reflections on vocal practice live stream
Date : 24th August 2020
Day 1
This is me, in the photo above, bungee-jumping about 11 years ago at a festival in Romania. This is also me today, live streaming my vocal practice to an unsuspecting audience on Facebook. That terror on my face… same thing.
This week I’ve set myself a challenge to stream a vocal practice I do, every day for 5 consecutive days. I’ve just finished day 1 and I’m feeling pretty energised from the adrenaline. I streamed it on Facebook and forgot to download the video straight after so today’s video might be stuck on that Zuckeberg-y platform, gah. I think having it as a daily practice can 1. help me to actually do it and 2. give me an opportunity to compare the experience and see how it changes from one day to the next. I’m using routine and repetition a lot these days to keep me going, kicking my ADHD in the face with my sexy yoga legs. Anyway, I digress…
Today’s takeaways were:
- I always have the same symptoms of stress: my heart starts beating fast, my mouth gets dry and everything tenses up a bit. I also seem to talk a lot (almost talked for half the video!)
- The audio quality of the recording was pretty poor – I might use my Zoom (portable recorder, mindblowingly made by the same company that owns the platform we’ve all been using recently) next time;
- I kind of hugged something close and didn’t let it go – that note. I felt like I was grasping it a bit too tightly;
- I stuck to the original note on the piano as well. I didn’t feel confident enough to let it go. I was secretly thinking that people that might tune in halfway through might not know wtf I was doing and maybe keeping the note throughout would give them a bit of an idea, something that made some sort of musical sense for the untrained ear. This is part of that something I need to practice – I need to stop putting on the breaks just because I think some people might not like/get it. I’ve spoken and wrote about this in the sessions with Maggie and I’m glad it’s coming up again so I know what to be on the lookout for tomorrow.
- The point above makes me think of the “I don’t care if you like it or not” bit that I dropped at the end – obviously I do care and I probably care a bit too much since it terrifies me so much to do it. I’m just pointing out this contradiction here as I’m sensing some feelings of shame over feeling that I might’ve potentially disrespected the people that actually took the time to watch the whole thing by saying that. No need for shame but perhaps accepting that I care a bit too much can help release something…
Whoop! Happening again tomorrow.
Day 2
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The instinct to please others might not be just a switch that I flick and fix the issue but rather a longer term journey. I think I’m scared of being disliked or not appreciated but I need to understand that it’s a risk that comes with the trade. Not everyone will like what I do and that’s that. I’ll try to be kinder with myself about this and accept that I need to invest more time in practicing this.
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Sometimes i’m angsty or bored or not in the mood and that’s ok. i can let that show. i can be low energy and sing small and soft and that’s ok – I don’t need to try to be something else just because I have some sort of projected ideal in my head;
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having said that, i think it’s totally understandable to struggle with this. paying attention to how you are and owning it might seem like an indulgence that the world rarely has space for. Think only of being a performer that has to go on stage and sing/play someone else’s piece but has to do be in a certain state of mind to pull it off. What happens to them if they have a shitty day or if they’re over excited about something totally unrelated? they have to shake it off and get with the programme. and it takes a long time to practice that too – how to be on stage and do whatever is required of you regardless of how you feel and do it well. Still, I do think there’s more of that in the world than the ‘listen and allow whatever is there to be’. Jobs, routines, deadlines, shitty co-workers – we shape ourselves into what is required of us and we put up with it, we don’t always have the choice not to.
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This makes me think about ‘composing’ for improvisers. If what a composed piece requires from an improviser is to be in a certain state of mind and sing from that place truthfully. As I mentioned above, you can’t fake improv so you have to really live it. Which is why working with improvisers poses more ethical challenges than with interpreters and calls for a different approach, perhaps more care and a lot more listening to the other.
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Idea: Maybe I can make a piece for an ensemble in which each player knows all parts and all parts are accommodating a different state of mind: bored, excited, angsty, relaxed, happy, etc – workshop the initial states of mind first, find out what they might be and start from that. Depending on how the performers feel on the day of performance, they play one of the corresponding parts. It might be that only some parts are played, it might be that all performers play one part only or maybe they’re all playing a different part.
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- Perhaps tomorrow I can work on this more, staying interested, staying connected + piano variations/confidence.
If self judgment was a muscle, mine would be a 12 pack, some sort of umbrella extension to the brain tensing every time it is brought into action (which is all the time). It’s perfectionism that has kept me from showing a lot of work or a lot of my process or doing things like this live stream. It’s a crippling nudging voice that says “you’re not good enough” over and over, never satisfied. The reason I don’t yet schedule an operation to get it removed is because it’s also what pushes me further, it gets me to exercise or to eat more healthily or to do another edit on a piece of writing, etc. But it functions on fear and shame. Fear of getting fat, fear of being mediocre, shame of not being inquisitive enough, innovative enough, original enough, ever enough. And you can see the problem – if the muscle is over-developed, when I try to use it, instead of gentle support I get Hulk-like strength that crushes everything in its path. So I’m looking for ways to chill that fucking muscle down and develop other bits in my body: care, empathy, support, trust, and use them to get me going. Eat less junk food because I’m taking care of my sexy body, be more diligent with taking notes from my sources because it’s a way to support myself further down the line in the PhD, allow myself to fail because it’s an important part of growing, etc.
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I think for tomorrow, the next step is: diving into it straight away and staying with it + conserving the energy so it doesn’t burn out fast.
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Perhaps the lesson from this is: If people plonk reactions to a semi-public (shared within the FB bubble only) video without giving the time to engage or understand the bigger picture, they don’t really deserve my time. Dealing with judgment doesn’t always mean fighting back and sometimes I’m better off channeling my inner Buddha. Then again, some other times I need to fight and stretch out some other muscles. The jury is still out…