Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Meet Me In the Middle



In an article in today’s New York Times Rosanne Cash is quoted, I like restraint. I like expression that’s framed in restraint, that gives a certain dignity to it. I don’t like this kind of yelping, where everybody’s’ a victim and everything’s all out there. To me there’s a bottom line that there is a life lived in the back of the instrument, and I want to hear what that life is.

As performers we want to be emotionally honest, but sometimes we leave no room for the audience to have their own emotional reactions to the song because we’re too busy with our emotional reactions. We want every moment to bleed with our emotional truth so much that we forget to leave space for the audience to meet us halfway. That’s where restraint comes in. There are times when what you leave out is as important as what you put in.

It is easy to ruin a song before the first note just by how it is set up for an audience. Talking to the audience is as much an art as singing to them, and can be much more frightening. Some singers get around this by simply not saying anything, which is no good because you’re denying people an opportunity to get to know and love you. But at the opposite end of the spectrum there’s the “Ick Factor”. Some things belong only in a therapist’s office or a confessional, not on stage. When the stage becomes the analyst’s couch the results are usually disastrous. The audience spends so much time trying to unhear what they just heard that the song following doesn’t even register.

Restraint when singing is even more difficult. Singers work hard on our “chops” and we want to show them off, and that doesn’t always serve us well. Bigger, faster, louder, more melismatic, doesn’t necessarily mean we’re effectively telling the story. Again, Ms. Cash You’ve heard plenty of great singers that leave you cold. They can do gymnastics, amazing things. If you have limitations as a singer, maybe you’re forced to find nuance in a way you don’t have to if you have a four octave range. There is such power in finding the nuance, and letting the song breathe. Stepping aside and letting the story shine through without all the “gymnastics” is enough.

When we exercise we restraint we make conscious choices about the picture we’re painting with words and music. We begin to see the music in front of us in a new way, illuminating the human being within and drawing our audience in into that space in the middle where wonderful things can happen.




Friday, April 15, 2011

Sing! Joy! Spring!


Spring has finally begun to show itself around these parts and I have been struck with a sudden wave of nostalgia. Yesterday I was driving around with my windows down (allergies and gawkers be damned), singing along with the Ronette’s Be My Baby at the top of my lungs and thinking about my mother. Mom and I waged endless war over the car radio station. She asserted that since she was the driver that she got control of the dial. This worked up until I learned to drive at which point, in between prayers for our safety, she claimed that my station would only distract me from the road. Being a child of the early days of Rock and Roll her station was always the Oldies station that played music from the early fifties and sixties which caused great eye rolling and muttering from my side of the car.  Even though I grumbled then some of my best memories are of my mother and “her” music. She taught my sister and me to dance the Twist and the Bop to Chubby Checker and the Beach Boys. Whenever she’d hear The Duke of Earl she’d tell us stories about her old boyfriend Earl, who was a DJ in her hometown of Jackson, MS. She wanted to be a DJ herself, and I have no doubt she would have been a good one, she had a terrific speaking voice, a wonderful sense of humor, and though my fifteen year old self would never admit it, she had pretty great musical taste too. Her joy in good music was infectious and she passed it on to me.

I like to think I’m passing that love on. The other night Spawn was getting ready for the radio show he does at school when he yelled to me, “Mom, you’ve got to see this”. “This” was a Youtube video of Chuck Berry and John Lennon doing Johnny B. Goode. Mom would have been proud.

With this in mind,family tradition compels me to share this little springtime oldies playlist with you…









Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Sound of Philadelphia

Photo courtesy of Shorpy 

We're on the road again! On May 7th we'll be teaching a Master Class for vocalists in Philadelphia. If you live in the area or just fancy a day trip and the chance to brush up your chops come on by! Click on the e-flyer below for all the details.



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Monday, March 21, 2011

Us & the Night & the Music

Photo By Hans Wild courtesy of VADS

It’s been a while since we redheads have been seen on the town together, that’s what comes of having two recording projects going at the same time, but we’re synchronizing our calendars for a good cause. On April 7th Laurel & Wendy Lane will be headlining the Colleen Giblin Foundation’s annual Humanitarian Evening in River Vale, NJ. There’s a lovely dinner, a little ceremony honoring three New York / New Jersey area humanitarians and a grand finale of a performance by your Redheads, and their special guest, singer Joe Bezzone. Even better we’ll have Tex Arnold on piano and Steve LaSpina on bass. If that’s not enough to make your little heart go pitty pat how ‘bout this, the evening is a benefit to support research for children’s neurological disorders and cancer! It’ll be a good time for a good cause.

For the complete details, to procure your tix or find out more about the Colleen Giblin Foundation and its mission visit their website.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Pretty Little Picture

Cover photo & Design by Isaac Bailey
Huzzah! Huzzah! Things are rapidly moving forward with Breathing. The mastering is done, the artwork is ready and this week we’ll be heading off to repro. Soon there will be promos and gigs and everything else that is required to push a recording out into the big wide world. At the moment though, I’m going to take a deep breath and celebrate having gotten this far by posting a sneak peak at the cover, and then going out to enjoy this glorious almost spring day.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Rainy Day Playlist


1947 photo by Constantin Joffe from My Vintage Vogue

It’s raining, it’s pouring, the redhead is trying hard not to snore.  Actually, I’m not really sure that rain is the correct word for what’s going on outside my window right now.  It’s more of a deluge , with periods of monsoon.  Flood warnings abound and every instinct I possess is urging me to climb into my bed with the felines and a good book and wait it out.  But what good is day like this without its own soundtrack? So with a nod to Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity here are my top five rainy day tunes.
Bill Evans Here's That Rainy Day - Whenever the sky goes grey this is the first song that comes to mind, it's chock full of melancholy rainy day goodness.




Patty Griffin's Rain - She's on my dream list of people who I wish would write a song especially for me. This one appeals to my brooding slavic genes.



Dixie Chicks Let Him Fly - Another Patty Griffin tune, masterfully done by the Chicks.



Sara Bareilles City - A live performance of a song that is a particular favorite.




The Weather Girls It's Raining Men - Because into each life some camp must fall. Hey, a girl can't live by ballads alone!

Monday, March 7, 2011

Gentleman Prefer Jane

Lots of people watched Gentlemen Prefer Blondes for Marilyn Monroe, I watched it for Jane Russell. She was smart, sexy and never at a loss for words, exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. Miss Russell passed away last week at age 89, and in her honor I thought I'd post this little clip from my favorite of her movies.