50/90 ended today. I win: 54 songs!
I did a lot of improvisations this year. I’ve started to push the boundaries on the guitar. My voice is back in shape and my mezzo-soprano height begins to show its full glory again (to the dismay of the elderly lady in the flat below me who hates my vocalises). I’ve done some things I never did before, like writing songs drums-first and playing guitar on a rock track (although with the most primitive power chords and most primitive chord pattern EVAR).
I didn’t get that far with my project to learn writing song lyrics with more metric and formal diversity. Continue reading
Yes. After one week of sickness, my voice is finally back. Not in great shape yet, but I can sing again. YEEAAH!
Somehow, this 50/90, I’m doing very “dirty” stuff. My recordings are raw, unpolished, even more than usual. I’m taking little time for my music, that may be why. In the last weeks, I spent about 45 min. on weekdays practicing singing and guitar (with a day or two off now and then – I need to not let music feel like an obligation), which eats quite an amount of my available time; that doesn’t leave much time for recording. On weekends I may get to do a wee bit more, but not that much. That may reflect one aspect of 50/90 that I actually like: Unlike FAWM, where you can put a “Do not disturb” sign on your door (figuratively speaking), in 50/90 music has to be integrated with daily life. You can live one short month in an exceptional state; can you do it for 3 months? Well, I could, but I don’t want to. Not even for music. Continue reading
(Crossposted from my 50/90 profile.)
I’ve mostly done short-ish songs so far. Skirmishes, impros, quick sketches, most recorded in one sitting. I’m not saying they aren’t good, but… I somehow need to do some things with extended work involved. Improvisation is fine, but it’s not the whole picture. I want to do elaborate, longer things, too.
Content warning: Some moderately strong language.
I realized yesterday that offering myself to collaborations might make some clarifications necessary. There are some things I won’t sing.
All of that is based on one simple fact: In the moment I sing something, I believe it. With all my heart. I have to be (at least temporarily) totally convinced to sing something in a convincing way. Singing is, to me, an act of magic. And of course, there are some things I won’t support with that sort of magic.
So, some points:
I despise nationalism. I may love the spot where I live now, but my love extends to all of the planet. Continue reading