afternoons on island are, once again, all about practice for me. i challenge myself with new harmonies, new songs, scales — the whole nine.
and also, vocal workouts — for this is a gig where voice loss is a constant threat. gotta stay limbered up, and even then, i’m pretty hoarse.* but there are different avenues for sound production and i think jazz standards sound nice this way.
if i’m really engaged, i’ll do one every day til we leave. won’t that be nice.
*for some odd reason (Caol Isla, day and night) i wanted to write: “i’m a pretty horse.”