Alright guys, take it from a singer: Tucci's right. Listen: I can't play guitar for my life (it's been 5 years, and I'm improving, but have a wayz to go before I'll be swingin' freestyle on anything that comes by), can't do squat recording-wise yet (just got my gear) but lord knows, this boy's got pipes.
Thing is, all I've been doing musically my whole life is sing. In the shower, mowing the lawn, in choirs (gospel, classical, jazz, you name it).
I started off imitating Bon Jovi (hey, I was 12!!) doing the backing vocals and all, then I slipped into Boyz II Men (again, I was young and you have to admit, they know how to do some nifty acrobatics with their chords), and finally Pearl Jam. Now I'm talking about belting out songs full-blast for 2-4 hours every day, minimum. I was, as they say, a loser. Loner, locked in his room. But out of it, I got a falsetto softer than Slim's, a run as fast and impressive as Wanya Morris' and a control which lets me get a Ben Harper raspiness when I need it.
In the biz, they call it soul. Oh yeah, and it gave me the perrenial singer's attitude (arrogant and bitchy). What can I say, I know my shit.
And like I said: Had I spent all those hours on a guitar, I'd be playing my ass off right now. But I didn't. I sang. So there it is. Be glad you have your guitar chops, and work on second and third instruments (vox being one) but don't expect miracles. Money can't buy you 15 years of practice. It might cut it in half, though.
Bottom line, listen to the Tucch. Coaching will help you, but it sure as hell won't transform you into Springsteen. To do that, you gotta sing.
Sing sing sing.
-Q-
Thing is, all I've been doing musically my whole life is sing. In the shower, mowing the lawn, in choirs (gospel, classical, jazz, you name it).
I started off imitating Bon Jovi (hey, I was 12!!) doing the backing vocals and all, then I slipped into Boyz II Men (again, I was young and you have to admit, they know how to do some nifty acrobatics with their chords), and finally Pearl Jam. Now I'm talking about belting out songs full-blast for 2-4 hours every day, minimum. I was, as they say, a loser. Loner, locked in his room. But out of it, I got a falsetto softer than Slim's, a run as fast and impressive as Wanya Morris' and a control which lets me get a Ben Harper raspiness when I need it.
In the biz, they call it soul. Oh yeah, and it gave me the perrenial singer's attitude (arrogant and bitchy). What can I say, I know my shit.
And like I said: Had I spent all those hours on a guitar, I'd be playing my ass off right now. But I didn't. I sang. So there it is. Be glad you have your guitar chops, and work on second and third instruments (vox being one) but don't expect miracles. Money can't buy you 15 years of practice. It might cut it in half, though.
Bottom line, listen to the Tucch. Coaching will help you, but it sure as hell won't transform you into Springsteen. To do that, you gotta sing.
Sing sing sing.
-Q-