A few weeks ago, I was at an outdoor concert listening to a favorite local New Orleans musician Maggie Koerner. Her voice sits firmly inside soul and blues. Rooting and rooted. When she sings, it feels like she’s summoning something, through the earth, through her body, into the air. Her stage presence reflects this. She moves and bends and crouches down and rises up and opens her arms wide, channeling. Lorca, writing about flamenco guitarists and dancers, called this
i love every bit of this. so much. it used to belong to all of us. so much beauty and truth here. so much to hearten me and reassure my earnest, tender, hopeful voice. thank you. love you.
Song as Summoning, Voice as Vessel, Chorus as Communion
i love every bit of this. so much. it used to belong to all of us. so much beauty and truth here. so much to hearten me and reassure my earnest, tender, hopeful voice. thank you. love you.
Found this link in a Reddit post. Enjoyed this.