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May. 24th, 2007 12:39 amWhenever I sit here and Evanescence comes onto my playlist, I remember that there is a person[1] who once told me that I sing better than Amy Lee. I think she's qualified to say it, and I think she really believes it.
I slow down and listen more carefully. And I say to myself, yes, I do sing better than Amy Lee. I can probably write better, too. But she can play the piano while she sings - something I'm confident I could learn to do once I can sing what's meaningful to me.
Is this all I can do to remind myself of who I am?
[1] That's why I sent that to you. You deserve it from me.
I slow down and listen more carefully. And I say to myself, yes, I do sing better than Amy Lee. I can probably write better, too. But she can play the piano while she sings - something I'm confident I could learn to do once I can sing what's meaningful to me.
Is this all I can do to remind myself of who I am?
[1] That's why I sent that to you. You deserve it from me.
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Date: 2007-05-24 11:10 am (UTC)It was probably just a matter of practice, but having lessons that I was paying for made it important to me to actually spend the time practicing.
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Date: 2007-05-24 05:31 pm (UTC)I *have* accompanied myself on a few occasions, but in those cases the accompaniment was on sheet music and was either similar enough to (but not exactly) the melody line or it was a simple arpeggiated pattern (Loreena McKennitt's "Dante's Prayer", I'm sure you've heard that?).
I think that once a song is something written *by* you it becomes so much more meaningful and makes the muscle memory easier to achieve. There were some little tunes I once wrote that I thought I'd totally forget, but once I had worked it out on the piano a couple of times I can't seem to forget them...