So yesterday, I went to practice “singing”
screaming in the rehearsal studio. Indeed, on Friday I have had my first lesson since a looooong while (*insert Titanic It’s been 84 years meme *) and I was itching to practice, despite being absolutely exhausted physically.
Why? Because I have realised how cathartic it is for me to belt out. Not only that, but I am able to let go all the way without incurring british bangs on the wall (a polite yet irritated type of bang). Win-Win!
If you’re interested in the process, then here’s a link to the video I recorded whilst there:
Anyway, on the way back, I stumbled upon this signage. This reminded me of that legend whereby Robert Johnson, a blues guitarist, met the Devil at the crossroads and was given a guitar … Allegedly, after this encounter, he picked up some incredible guitar skills which were impossible to garner in such a short period of time.
And there I was, at the Camden Road Crossroads, with a dry ass dehydrated throat, sweaty after 2 hours of uncontrolled heavy metal bansheeing, still dreaming of sorting the hell out of my vocal chords.
Ain’t no devil popping up with a fast-track deal, only a tired corporate hobo trying to cling to the creative side of town …
Until next time,
❤️⚡️❤️Love & Lightning❤️⚡️❤️