Mini-edit: 8-4-05
Album on hold as I made a horrifying discovery. I've lost my voice! I can't sing!
Mind you, I was never the best singer out there, but I could hold a tone and scream loud enough to wake your dead... whatever...
That's gone at the moment. P'raps it was several months of bad habits coupled with several months of no practise. Whatever it be, my voice is officialy fubar. For now...
It's terrifying to simply lose the ability to perform one of your favorite, most emotionally-releasing activities. I'm frustrated as all hell, I can't hit notes I KNOW I should be able to, I can't put the pitch and severity into my high-end shrieks (I was called a banshee by a friend of mine. Mighty proud o' that) and it's all so goddamn confining and aggrivating because I know I can do it, but the machinery simply won't!! So...
I've dedicated myself to a strict regiment of singing Devin Townsend stuff, as his range has always been the most challenging for me (Okay, not the MOST challenging, but difficult as I can almost sing the songs). Oh I know. Poor me, forced to sing the shit I absolutely adore. Whatever will I do?
Now, if I could just get surgery to shave the little doohickey in the back of my throat down, as it seems to have grown to the size of a golf ball due to a recent illness I thought was gone...
That and SYL hits NYC next week. Oh, fuck yes! I'll be a-singin' then!
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My internet's snow-crashing hard, and I'm just sitting here with that daffy, dazed look on my face that screams technical failure. Ah well.
So, I've decided to write an album. Lyrical content will be manic.
Now, if I could just learn how to play... What I lack in talent, I make up in freneticism. It should be fun.
I say that now...
Album on hold as I made a horrifying discovery. I've lost my voice! I can't sing!
Mind you, I was never the best singer out there, but I could hold a tone and scream loud enough to wake your dead... whatever...
That's gone at the moment. P'raps it was several months of bad habits coupled with several months of no practise. Whatever it be, my voice is officialy fubar. For now...
It's terrifying to simply lose the ability to perform one of your favorite, most emotionally-releasing activities. I'm frustrated as all hell, I can't hit notes I KNOW I should be able to, I can't put the pitch and severity into my high-end shrieks (I was called a banshee by a friend of mine. Mighty proud o' that) and it's all so goddamn confining and aggrivating because I know I can do it, but the machinery simply won't!! So...
I've dedicated myself to a strict regiment of singing Devin Townsend stuff, as his range has always been the most challenging for me (Okay, not the MOST challenging, but difficult as I can almost sing the songs). Oh I know. Poor me, forced to sing the shit I absolutely adore. Whatever will I do?
Now, if I could just get surgery to shave the little doohickey in the back of my throat down, as it seems to have grown to the size of a golf ball due to a recent illness I thought was gone...
That and SYL hits NYC next week. Oh, fuck yes! I'll be a-singin' then!
++++++
My internet's snow-crashing hard, and I'm just sitting here with that daffy, dazed look on my face that screams technical failure. Ah well.
So, I've decided to write an album. Lyrical content will be manic.
Now, if I could just learn how to play... What I lack in talent, I make up in freneticism. It should be fun.
I say that now...