I clearly recall, merely by physical proximity, being pulled into the intense emotional drama of “vocal jazz ensemble auditions,” a human endeavor with the apparent gravitas of the Nuremburg Trials.
In the 1970s and early 1980s vocal jazz ensemble was a thing; it was part of the jazz-fusion movement that included such diverse elements as jazz-rock, jazz-folk, and (my personal favorite) jazz-funk.
In 1984 I was a college freshman studying classical guitar; I lived in a dorm with other musicians. I clearly recall, merely by physical proximity, being pulled into the intense emotional drama of “vocal jazz ensemble auditions,” a human endeavor with the apparent gravitas of the Nuremburg Trials.
It was then that I, a Muggle amidst the golden-throated, learned of “vocal rest.” If you are unfamiliar with “vocal rest,” it is a sacred state of being which invests its practitioners with the elevated social currency of a doctor at a trauma scene.
I recall sitting on my bed when a (beautifully) hand…
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