Monday, January 18, 2016

A reflection on my recordings...

I thought I did pretty well on my Jr. recital. Not many people like to hear themselves sing, but then how will you learn how to fix mistakes to become a better singer?

I have improved a lot in my voice; it sounds like my voice is developing more full. However, I did notice a bit of a wobble in my pieces. I don't always have this issue so I'm assuming it was just excessive nervousness. I never used to have this huge of a "stage fright" when singing and so I think my insecurities are developing due to thinking that some people might not like the way my voice sounds here. Just the constant rejection from scholarship auditions and what have you has caused me to back off a little. Even though I should do the exact opposite and keep focusing on what I have been doing before that got me here, but I suppose my subconscious has caused me to do otherwise.

Regardless of my wobble, I like the pieces I did. I'm sure certain voice professionals will silently critique me behind their computer screens. But they don't know how far I've come or what I sounded like in the beginning of my training (I sounded like a mouse.). I took "a road less traveled" approach to my education and while others might disapprove and tell me I'm too old, I won't listen. It's 2016! Shouldn't 30 be the new 20? Lol. Like Luther College's bubble of strictly conventional college aged kids. It's like they heard I was an adult student majoring in music was absurd. I come back home to Northeastern where it's predominantly transfer students and adult students and suddenly I'm not so abnormal and weird.

Times have changed and there are many adults going to school exploring dreams they never got to accomplish before. Your age doesn't define what you should be doing at that specific cycle in your life. Your life is too short to not do what you always wanted to or what God called you to do.


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Saturday, January 16, 2016

First week of school in Chiberia...

Another semester in our lovely, frigid Chicago January. Last semester was pretty rocky and probably the worst by far for some reason; aside from my Jr. Recital performance, which was the highlight of the semester and actually getting to play a role in opera scenes. So I guess it wasn't completely horrific. I just wish Vocal Pedagogy went better than it did. But it is what it is. I just feel like I let Dr. H down perhaps and I'm a bit embarrassed about it. I mean I grasped the material and was intrigued, but my test taking skills are not always the best.

This first week was just kind of frustrating because I got sick. Monday I thought I got rid of the illness before it got worse, Tuesday I didn't feel too bad, and then Wednesday I had no voice, completely congested and didn't want to infect anyone. But gee... what a week to start missing class...but if you're sick you're sick and singers don't want to be infected by you anyway if you are.

It was the first week and I tried to put my best foot forward, but this weather and sickness defeated me. Oh well...