Warm up your voice

19 January 2010

Lately I’ve been worried that I’ve been straining my voice, both in performing poetry and when running my monthly slams. Accordingly, I’ve done a bit of research (see links at the end of this post for the sources) and some trialling and have put together a quick vocal warm-up routine.

Let me know what works for you too.

Breathing

Start by taking lots of deep breaths, making sure you’re breathing from your diaphragm and not raising and lowering your shoulders. Rest a hand on your abdomen to help you focus on this. Now start make a hissing ‘s’ sound as you exhale until your lungs are empty.

Open your mouth

Put the heels of your hands under your cheek bones. Push in and move your hands downwards, letting your jaw fall open. Repeat.

Vocal exercises

With your mouth closed, produce a low humming sound, gradually building up to a loud ‘mah’ sound as you open your mouth (this one is good to do in the shower if you want to work it into a daily routine).

Put your lips together loosely and blow a steady stream of air to create a raspberry sound (a lip trill). Now try doing this as you make a ‘h’ and then ‘b’ sound. Gently move up and down the scales using both sounds, one at a time.

Diction: tongue twisters

Repeat the following phrases in a row: unique New York; round and down; red rubber baby buggy bumpers; eee-yaaa; red leather, yellow leather.

Hold a pencil or pen between your front top and bottom teeth and try some of the following tongue twisters. Also try to say lots of words with ‘s’, ‘v’, ‘f’ and ‘th’ sounds.

Drink a glass of warm water (actually, make sure you drink lots of water at all times, to keep your mouth and throat nicely lubricated) and say the following tongue twisters. Go nice and slow and try to enunciate each and every syllable.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
a peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked
if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

Sally sells seashells by the seashore,
the shells Sally sells are surely from the sea.

I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit.

The sixth sick Sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick

Betty Botter bought some butter.
‘But,’ she said, ‘the butter’s bitter,
if I put it in my batter
it will make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter
that would make my batter better.’

Final words

According to Jeff Davis’s vocal teacher, you should try not to cough or shout and to only speak in low tones before noon. This all sounds like a good idea, if only to ease pounding headaches created by attempts to write Jack Kerouac style.

These exercises were adapted from the following pages:

Ok, first up, I was asked to help spread the word about a zine fair happening in the nearby town of Braidwood as part of the Two Fires Festival (27-29 March 2009). The festival organisers are calling for zinesters to register to sell and trade their work. There’s no fee and tables will be provided.

Register by emailing zinefair@twofirefestival.org or calling 040 1904 680.

Check out the nifty flyer here or on the Two Fires website.

Secondly there’s some very cool stuff happening in Belconnen later on in the year with the decommissioning of the bus interchange. On the final night (26 April) before it is knocked down all manner of artists and performers will be running wild. I’m hoping to get a possy of premium poets to perform poignant pieces on the night. Email me if you’re interested in being involved.

Best place to find out what’s happening is the in2CHANGE facebook group.

The final thing is I was recently catching up on IndieFeed Performance Poetry podcasts (thanks for the mention in show 505 Mongo!) and I have to mention Jack McCarthy’s poem Drunks which I encourage you all to listen to for all the reasons Mongo cites in his outro: this piece really does express what’s wonderful and important about performance poetry.

Wussy Boy Manifesto

14 January 2009

Ok it’s late and it’s damn hot. Too hot to think about work or anything else (so hot in fact, three snakes tried to crawl their way into my office building today), so rather than and write anything insightful I’m going to post this video of Big Poppa E performing the Wussy Boy Manifesto, which I originally heard about through the excellent IndieFeed: Performance Poetry podcast. It’s not the best performance I’ve seen but the recording is very good and, well, you get the idea. Enjoy!

Hello world!

16 October 2008

Hello and welcome to the online home for Traverse Poetry.

Traverse Poetry is a new Canberra project funded by artsACT due to take place in 2009. This blog will contain updates and information about the project as well as details of spoken word events in the ACT, plus miscellaneous musings on writing and poetry.

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