So how does one go about doing that? Not a conscious thing I suppose, but I am interested as that sounds like a good thing to do, right?
It's kind of hard to pinpoint the exact trajectory. I sang till I was 11. Then I stopped until I was 22. When I started again, I didn't think my voice was much but I half heartedly worked on it, well, not so much my voice but the parts that I would sing.
I think in the end, I just let go. I home recorded 5 albums circa '93~'94 and I reluctantly ended up having to do most of the singing and I think now and thought then that the singing was the one element that
really sank the already struggling to keep afloat ship. I could probably live with the out of tune instruments, lame tracking, distortion, mistimed tape editing, pathetic panning, indisciplined and ignorant use of
effects and grievous crimes of mixing had the voice cut the mustard !
Some of it isn't so bad but it's generally unlistenable and if I died and that was all I left, I'd be hanging my head in shame in the afterlife !!
So from 1995 on, coinciding with hearing drunken raucous Steve, I decided to do two things ~ always strive to remain in tune and just belt it out without any pretensions and work on what came out. I really worked on it then, breathing, holding notes for a long time, octave range etc. After a short while, I was able to
control my voice and I'd also consciously listen to other singers to see if I sounded like them and found that I just did not have that kind of voice. When I'd do the deep thing, I sounded nothing like Barry White or that guy from the Temptations. When I'd try falsetto, it was nothing like the Stylistics or Barry Gibb from the Bee Gees. When it was gruff, it was nothing like Lemmy or Bon Scott. And I couldn't do smooth and sexy. My London voice wasn't like Mick Jagger, Steve Marriott or Smiley Culture. I couldn't do Gil Scott Heron cool or David Bowie weird. There was no Bob Marley or Peter Tosh third
world emotion or Ian Gillan shoutiness. Or even any Bob Dylan warble.
And so on.......
My voice may be whatever it is but it's
me whatever it is. And I like that, even though on my stuff I try to get various friends to sing for me. In truth, I prefer to do harmony and backing vocals but it hasn't worked out that way. A bit like rather than wait to befriend people who play sitars, orchestral and exotic instruments, I went down the VSTi route !
That's a really cool story. (Maybe that's the same guy who inspired me to drink with abandon and lack of awareness of other's disdain.)
Well, Steve's ending wasn't quite so cool. He was found dead in his flat. He was only in his late 50s or early 60s. His heart just gave out.
I remember going to see him in hospital about a year or so before. They wouldn't let him drink and few people visited him {he'd run a lot of people off} so he couldn't get any drink sneaked in. Because he'd cleaned up while in the hospital, he really looked and smelled like a different person. I kept looking at him, marvelling that this was the same guy. He even spoke lucidly and was really articulate and knowledgeable. He could've been a TV presenter !