Day 67 – At Sea

I slept nearly 13 hours, which was just what the doctor ordered. I woke up feeling great.

In freeing the human voice, we began working on this singing exercise. It was great fun; we sang in a round and then moved about the room singing. It sounded great. The funniest part of the class, though, had to be the backhanded compliment I got from a classmate. It came while I was singing in my lower register, which sounds significantly better than the higher part of my range. I was harmonizing with the girl next to me when she looked over and said, “Wow! You have a really pretty bass! And I would have never known because your voice doesn’t sound good at the coffee houses.” Well thanks, I guess.

Between classes I worked on my journal, which takes up so much of my time at sea. I suppose I like writing about my time in port, but writing about sea days has become tedious. But I’m in so deep it would be a cop out to stop now. And I’m hoping that when I’m older, I’ll be glad I took the time now. Because I truly am loving my time at sea.

Painting was pretty sweet. I’m loving the expressionist color studies, though, in my mind, it just proves that expressionism takes no skill. Because I have none. But I think my expressionist paintings look reasonably cool.

After dinner I went to spiritual dance. It was great as always. It’s also the only exercise I get anymore while I’m on the boat. Between classes, journaling, music writing, SeaTV, and hanging out, I just don’t have the time to make it to the gym. Luckily, I get exercise while in port, and spiritual dance is great cardio.

After a shower I practiced with Tolan for about an hour or so. We were still shaping and tweaking Epiphany. I felt a bit nervous about performing this song, because it’s really edgy and makes fun of a lot of people. But I believe in the South Park system: if you make fun of everyone, you’ll get away with it.