MaggotyAnne

Do you know how to do it properly? It can be really dangerous. I'm just starting to really take care of my voice. I'm breaking the habit of constantly clearing my throat (Tourettes syndrome, but I can actually quit thanks to the meds I'm on), I'm drinking lots more water than I used to to thin the mucus in my throat, and I've been using moisterizing nasal spray. And I've been refusing to talk when my throat hurts. I don't think I've damaged it that much yet, but I don't want to anymore. Though I probably know more about the vocal process because of my background in choral singing.

The best concerts I've ever been to were all $10-$15. The really expensive ones over where I live are usually in overcrowded venues with shitty sound quality, they only cost so much because the bands are popular. Fortunately for me, most of the bands I really like are pretty underground. I would shell out to see, say, Beirut or Arcade Fire, but they're elitist bastards who have never come near enough.

I hate screamo, it sounds like adolescent girls. But old punk is alright, like Fear. I never scream, I'm the stereotypical image of an opera singer. "Shh! I've got to conserve my voice!"

I've started to experiment with blues scales. It's weird for me because I don't really listen to the blues, but it's what I'm writing. At least I know I'm being original.

Conor Oberst doesn't have a very good voice and his melodies aren't that great, but his songwriting is amazing. We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read Into the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell Into the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing And it'll go like this, all right While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun He says, "Death will give us back to God Just like the setting sun Is returned to the lonesome ocean" We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul Into this endless race for property and privilege to be won We must run, we must run, we must run We must hang up in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past Into the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge And then we'll get down there Way down to the very bottom of everything And then we'll see it, oh, we'll see it! We'll see it! We’ll see it! Oh, my morning's coming back The whole world’s waking up All the city buses swimming past I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one The plot developement is superb, and he doesn't use repetitive choruses. I want to learn how not to do that.

That was painful.