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Sing with Me, Sing for the Years

Voice Lesson #5: Today we worked on some Ludchen exercises, and then we began to work on Simon & Garfunkel's "The Dangling Conversation."

It's a good song, with exquisite lyrics and a good range, going from high to low, which makes it enjoyable for me to sing. The problem is, I sing it the way Paul Simon sings it, which is not how my teacher wants me to sing it. She wants me to draw the vowels out more.

It's also being brought home to me how timid a singer I am. I am used to singing in public places or in places where there are other people nearby. I don't want to disturb them, so I sing quietly and hold my voice in. So now, I've decided to practice outside, just to get used to throwing my voice's weight around, to get accustomed to releasiing the full power of it. I can belt it out like Pat Benatar if I really try, but I usually don't try. At this rate, though, I think the timidity will prevent me from singing at my best, so it has to go. I let it go during the lesson, while singing "The Dangling Conversation," and it felt good. So out it goes.

My instructor's two cats are named Bina and Snickers. Bina is a patchwork calico, and Snickers is a darker cat. Poor Bina gets hit with the spritzer a lot. (g)

Songs I'd Like to Learn How to Sing:
1. "The Dangling Conversation"
2. "Ubi Caritas" from the Celtic Spirit album
3. "I Don't Know How to Love Him" from Jesus Christ Superstar
4. "I Could Have Danced All Night" from My Fair Lady
5. Anything by Hildegard of Bingen


Its a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

And you read your emily dickinson,
And I my robert frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what weve lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said:
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded.
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
Youre a stranger now unto me,
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives.

--Simon & Garfunkel
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