(Photo by flickr user fofurasfelinas.)
This is a complete surprise to me, actually, since I was in choir in junior high.
Anyway. As part of a 64 Kalas (the 64 skills laid out by the Kamasutra as making up a fine lady/gentleman), I am learning a Hindustani classical song, and it’s going poorly, mainly because:
(a) I can’t sing.
(b) I can’t sing.
Now, these things may seem to be the same, but they are not. (a) refers to the fact that no matter how many breathing exercises I do, or how hard I concentrate on opening my throat and producing a round, full sound, I sound like I’m six years old. Or maybe twelve (and now that I think about it, that’s just fine for a junior high choir). I suppose this is probably related to the fact that I do not speak loudly and have difficulty shouting unless I think about it. (b) refers to the fact that I’ve only ever sung Western ecclesiastical music, plus what I sing along to in the car and also the Beatles, so there are parts of Hindustani (and by extension the rest of Indian) music that I can’t reproduce. Like the trills and quarter-notes. I sort of sound like I have the hiccups.
I won’t post what I posted to the kalas list, because it’s embarrassing. As a result, the next part of the first kala may be me reproducing tempos and basic modes (this one is Rag Bhairav).
I practiced a long time last night, and now my throat hurts, and I’m really ready to move on to the next bit, which is rhythm and musical instruments. I can do rhythm and musical instruments! That won’t require me to have voice lessons.
I suppose this is a good ego-jolt, and is likely intended to keep me humble. Thanks, God.
(On a more positive note, maybe, I learned that I’m totally obsessed with video blogging, so beware, and also possibly expect a vlog in the future, because I’ve discovered my iSight and PhotoBooth, and also iMovie. Be very afraid.)