Song Study (I)
(A lot of people sing along with music. Here is a dork that doesn’t.)
I am studying the nature of song by singing without an instrumental anchor. These songs begin with words which lead to tunes. These tunes adopt a tempo and before you know it you are singing a simple song. You can take the music out of a song but you cannot remove the tune. Tune and song are inseparable. Lose the words, if you like, but a tune is hard to get rid of. Tempo has a dialogue with tune. It is a wordless dialogue which is willing to take words along for the ride.
(Any jackass can sing without music.)
This must have been how it began. Back in the days when being a jackass meant nothing at all. Some sub human sitting on a rock in the moonlight studying the nature of song.
(A bootleg of the first concert.)
With no language to sing in Kri embodied vocal ease. She wore a sheepskin draped over one shoulder and made unprecedented use of her voice. With reverb provided by rock formations she dazzled her audience who were unable to get Kri’s cries out of their heads.
(A march made in heaven.)
From the heads of those who had heard came a chorus of innocent copycats. The first song had repeated itself and continues to this day.
((newstereo))
I am studying the nature of song by singing without an instrumental anchor. These songs begin with words which lead to tunes. These tunes adopt a tempo and before you know it you are singing a simple song. You can take the music out of a song but you cannot remove the tune. Tune and song are inseparable. Lose the words, if you like, but a tune is hard to get rid of. Tempo has a dialogue with tune. It is a wordless dialogue which is willing to take words along for the ride.
(Any jackass can sing without music.)
This must have been how it began. Back in the days when being a jackass meant nothing at all. Some sub human sitting on a rock in the moonlight studying the nature of song.
(A bootleg of the first concert.)
With no language to sing in Kri embodied vocal ease. She wore a sheepskin draped over one shoulder and made unprecedented use of her voice. With reverb provided by rock formations she dazzled her audience who were unable to get Kri’s cries out of their heads.
(A march made in heaven.)
From the heads of those who had heard came a chorus of innocent copycats. The first song had repeated itself and continues to this day.
((newstereo))
