Liza Constable

Music:
Howie says put the music stuff first. Ok ok.
Just came back from a weekend in Ballston Spa, NY. A fun festival called the “Gotta Get Gone”. Saw lots of folks there, Larry Unger and Eden McAdam-Somer. She can really sing that gypsy music, man, I was transfixed. And Larry can really play those blues, write those tunes…. Also saw Jonny and Annie Rosen, they always play the music I love, old blues and swing. And Marc Bernier who I met at the Mystic Sea Song Festival last year or the time before, and the Woods Tea Company. Plus all the campers who are ardent singers and players, it was just a blast. Besides my solo performance, I taught a singing workshop, a big leap for me, being a self taught singer that only just figured out how to put it into words. It was a big happy crowd (all those ardent singers), and a successful bit of fun.

I give great credit to the book by Roger Kain, “A Guide to Tough Vocals”. Those are the best exercises, best results. For me. I get annoyed by the production value on some of these vocal workout CDs. Synthesized yuck – with too much reverb. Kain’s CD is clean piano, with what sounds like rock and roll singers. Not operatic. And he uses some pushy singing, encouraging some rock and roll attack with classical know how. It’s fun. And a little scary to sing so aggressively. My opera friend is paralyzed by the thought. She won’t try it. But I have to say, and I say it often, this book changed me.

Roger Love’s “Set Your Voice Free,” comes in second. He talks about developing the upper chest voice, and pushing that area with the results that the rest of your voice is strengthened. It did. In the last few years I’ve used both these books.

I ordered Karen Olesons “I’m Not Crazy I’m Vocalizing” from her online website last month. Good title. I don’t like her dramatic and self conscious talking voice (she doesn’t talk much), the production is overdone, the songs over the top. But I have to admit, I have fun with some of the exercises. Songs that incorporate exercises. Still, I can’t recomment this one for $40. There’s something annoying about it. Can’t place it. Maybe too much synthesized yuck.

Books:
Atonement
The Last Days of Dogtown, by Anita Diamant. Set in 1800s, Cape Ann, Mass.
Dreams of My Father (I sat down to read this at a bookstore, wondering whether the fuss was simply the machine churning out PR for our next presidential candidate. It was happily surprised. He can write! think! and still talk politics)

The Music:
Rumblestrip is working on a new album, we’re almost in the studio, but taking our time with rehearsals. Recording our ideas via Nat’s mac, critiquing them, redoing them. Then eating Nat’s great food, laughing and having a few beers…

Swing a Cat is heavily into rehearsing as well, our first gigs are coming up, and there’s still lots of work to do. The Boswell Sisters songs are so much fun, and so much work. It’s a pleasure to work with 2 other women who hear the same way I do, (mostly agreeing on) how three voices should fit together. I just love the work of making harmony. This stuff makes me happy.

The Ocean:
Nat leaves soon to bring the boat back up to Maine. He’s always short on crew. It’s a 2 week trip straight up from Georgetown in the Exumas. One of these days I will get to ride that fast current up the east atlantic coast. But the kids won’t stand for those offshore, grueling days of pure sailing. Not yet. We looked at a 52′ schooner for sale in Maine. Thinking about changing our life. I always miss the coast. Low tide, bilges, too much wind, fog, boatshops, sailmakers. A working waterfront. A schooner, onboard music, selling boat rides. But would it be a fine pastime transformed into drudgery? They said that about music.

The Life:
Sheesh, I know I haven’t updated in a while. We have a damnable dial up interent connection at our house here in the woods. Which sometimes … I can deal with, with immense patience. Lately there’s been none of that. I had the worst case of sinusitis imaginable after I thought I was almost over my winter cold. That was after we got back from the warm water lovely parts of the Bahamas. All better thanks to my “neti pot”.

My daughters are becoming longer and larger. But. They still can’t keep a clean room or wash dishes without haranguing. Or wash and put away their clothes. What does it really matter? It’s just my sanity, my ability to think straight. I keep wondering what they will be like, and wanting them to grow up, be reasonable — but then, I would miss all their charms… they way they see the world is always worth an eavesdrop. Or hearing them singing together, or discussing with them the meaning of some beatles lyrics. (such as “who is father mckenzie?” and, “there’s only 7 days in a week, mom”)

Mother’s day was yesterday. No one cleaned the house while I was gone.