Shades of "è"

Modifié le : 2019/07/30

The learn­ing of singing con­tin­ues, and the results are some­times good, some­times ok, some­times to be for­got­ten. In each les­son, I find the same require­ments dif­fer­ent­ly explained, the same exer­cis­es unique­ly recon­struct­ed. We explore my sick­ly grave reg­is­ter, atro­phied by many years of obliv­ion. My tre­bles are tem­pered, which, like naughty cap­i­tal­ists, want to take over all the seats in the audience.

I swal­low my pride and clum­si­ly con­trol my emo­tions. I often choke, not because of a lack of tech­nique, but because of exces­sive feel­ings. I will not be told that learn­ing to sing is not cathar­sis. Very high pas­sages that I have to sing with dif­fi­cul­ty in the choir, I sing them, after an hour with my teacher, if not cor­rect­ly, at least com­fort­ably. “Don’t hes­i­tate to take your place, Guy,” Vin­cent tells me, and just to be told that, my throat gets tight.

Any­way, I learn to sing by redis­cov­er­ing my apha­sic body. Vin­cent reminds me that an apha­sic is usu­al­ly expressed only in a more or less mono­chrome palette of the vow­el “è” (in French. In Eng­lish, that is the sound of “e” in “set,” “bed”). This is what the body can emit when the brain fails to make it pro­nounce the oth­er vowels.

In the cave of this “è” who seems so bas­tard, all the fear­ful vow­els are hid­den. No won­der, dur­ing dic­tion class­es, you get a pen­cil in your mouth. Let’s open our mouth lat­er­al­ly, let’s not try to pro­nounce so much, let’s the sound vibrate inside the cave of the upper cheek. In short, vow­els are bats hang­ing from the ceil­ing of the palace. A lit­tle bit, a breeze, irri­tates them, excites them. Lit­tle by lit­tle, I will be able to sing blissfully.

For the moment, I’m forc­ing myself to smile stu­pid­ly, but with­out forc­ing any­thing, that goes with­out say­ing. How dif­fi­cult it is to come to your­self, to remain vig­i­lant at the same time, to recon­nect with your body, to let it “speak” while gen­tly stroking your neck. Good lit­tle dog­gy goes !