Blerbs
December came early this year. Maybe it's just me.
Doing voice projects has been strange and wonderful. I mean, who knows what the pieces themselves are ultimately going to look like, but the process has been memorable as all hell. Funny, since part of the the point of the voice project is to examine what your process is. Our class working collaboratively on this crazy, crazy showcase of lunacy brings out the best and the worst in us, and reminds me what I love about the group and how I will miss them when it's all over. Even last night, when we were sitting in a circle, some of us laughing, some of us quietly raising an optimistic hand, some of us sulking, some of us unable to concentrate on anything except how much they have to poo, and all of us so present in the space, knowing each other so well. Just thinking about what it took to create such a group- the time, the tests, the troubles, and the lessons, lessons, lessons- even as we giggled and snapped at each other and punned and served ideas up like so many muffins, I could have cried.
December came early, and June is a heartbeat away. I can't imagine it ending.
P.S. I'm going to start a band called Layla Smackdown and the World of Hurt.
Doing voice projects has been strange and wonderful. I mean, who knows what the pieces themselves are ultimately going to look like, but the process has been memorable as all hell. Funny, since part of the the point of the voice project is to examine what your process is. Our class working collaboratively on this crazy, crazy showcase of lunacy brings out the best and the worst in us, and reminds me what I love about the group and how I will miss them when it's all over. Even last night, when we were sitting in a circle, some of us laughing, some of us quietly raising an optimistic hand, some of us sulking, some of us unable to concentrate on anything except how much they have to poo, and all of us so present in the space, knowing each other so well. Just thinking about what it took to create such a group- the time, the tests, the troubles, and the lessons, lessons, lessons- even as we giggled and snapped at each other and punned and served ideas up like so many muffins, I could have cried.
December came early, and June is a heartbeat away. I can't imagine it ending.
P.S. I'm going to start a band called Layla Smackdown and the World of Hurt.