I knew a very ambitious girl in the School of Music at the University of Washington who started out with a really nice natural operatic soprano. But she got so hung up on the anatomy of the voice (all the little bitty muscles) and with attempts to control her voice directly that her voice started developing one problem after another. She had a great deal of faith in a voice teacher off-campus who other voice students I knew referred to as "The Stangler." She never did wise up, and went noplace musically.

It's like the li'l bug who asked the centipede, "How do you manage to walk with all those legs?" The cemtipede said, "Well, I just--uh--well, lemme see, now. First I start with--uh--" To make a sad story short, a few days later, the centipede died on that spot, unable to move.

I'm gonna keep monitoring this thread. I also can't help but feel that it came from something. I'm curious to see if someone comes up with an answer.

Don Firth