@kestrel welcome my friend. hope you enjoy it here.
Try to find the highest pitch you can still #sing. Then practice a bit and once you're comfortable with it try to push it a bit higher each time until you think you can sing the loudest. After that you can go on to practice lower or even higher segments.
Here's my experience with #voice training: first you need to find the right #singing pitch for your organ. For me this is much higher than I first thought. Now I'm getting into the region of C. For example "Let it be" is in C and Paul McCartney is comfortable as a man to sing it like this. I think my organ is about the same. If you sing at a too low pitch you will not be able to give it enough drive and expression will be somewhat lacking.
@greentiger hi and and a warm welcome
I am an #artist - I declare this today. From now on if people ask me what I"m doing I will say: I'm an artist. An artist is not an artist because he makes art that is living up to a certain ideal or because he can make a living with his art. I can paint a straight line on a sheet of paper and declare it my art and call myself an artist: it's as simple as that, it's a way of life, seeing things from a different angle.
replaced my ancient mixer with a #Behringer Xenyx I got second hand for 50 bucks
"When people make up stories that I don't want to be who I am, it hurts me. It's a problem for me. I can't control it. But what about all the millions of people who sit in the sun to become darker, to become other than what they are. Nobody says nothing about that."
Michael Jackson, Oprah Winfrey Interview 1993
#MyMusicGotBetter when I spent a couple of years busking unaccompanied for 4-6 hours a day.
As a brass player, nothing has ever been as good for my endurance as playing two two-hour pitches daily.
So I put up this ad to find members for a #band to play my songs. A girl applied for #singing, recorded some demos which were nice. I said alright, we fixed a meeting.
The doorbell rang, went to fetch her on the entrance. But there were two women?! Turned out it was the mother who apparently came to "see where this was going". It was truly awkward. We started to play/sing my songs. The mother sat there never even saying a word. She was so rude. And after 30min they left again.
I was drumming my fingers
but a finger still lingers
in the depth of the sea
why is it so hard to see?
nuts falling down on me
what? was that a tree?
for me it seems to be
just another dude
going through an interlude