Music is an animal that looks at you differently every day. Sometimes it has its back to you and you are looking at its hide. Sometimes it sits with you quietly. Sometimes it sits in your lap and you get to examine an ear or a paw. And sometimes it stares you dead in the face and you feel its spirit echo with yours.
Singing is a different kind of beast from acting. When I’m acting, I focus on a need and the need is what drives me to open up. Muscles activate that I don’t typically use. Ranges in my voice open up that aren’t typically there. It’s the commitment to the need that turns my body on.
But when I’m singing that need is self-created. It is fabricated or mimicked at a very basic level, almost remembered. And as I sing more and more, the need and the act of singing become the same thing so that I am singing need, singing yearning. It is the need for communication expressed for its own sake, the flower that blossoms.
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