The Voice behind the Music

My beginnings with Frank Baker and the Voice

When I think of Frank Baker I think guru. Not just vocal guru but a human being of the grandest stature. I know everyday how lucky I was to experience someone of light and love who gave to you his entire being in the minutes you spent with him. I saw the pure visceral joy in his body if you were flying in song. He was soaring with you. I saw him mad as hell if your wings were wet and you didn’t have the courage to be honest and try.

I heard about him from a few singers that had studied with him at Bennington college. There was something in their voices I recognized and had to do. I was in my early 20’s and realized I really, REALY had to learn how to sing, not just fool around singing. I wanted it so bad I could taste my impatience like a bitter metal.

I borrowed a friends ancient VW bug, scrapped together $15 for the lesson and made the 1 1/2 drive to Bennington. Frank taught short 15 minute lessons to 70 students a week. He was partially paralyzed from a stroke. He could barely speak some days, most days in a raspy whisper with the intensity of a roar, packed with so much intent he would transfix you. I sat before him not exactly trembling but emptied of self, like a new born, trying desperately to grasp what he was imparting to me. Often I arrived and realized I didn’t have a notion of a song to sing. Sometimes I’d make a glorious stride in sound and Frank would point and say “that’s it”  just to have it slide away on the long drive home, lost again. With daunting reality I realized the incredible potential of the voice. The voice, your true inner voice, is a life long journey, always changing as your body and being change. What you can do with the voice has endless possibilities and with that, never ending growth. I find this extremely exciting and in the past I have often been demoralized by my inabilities to express myself as I hear it in my soul. But… I have found, I do always recover and try again. 

I certainly have never grown tired of sharing what I know about the voice with my students and friends and anyone who will listen. For me it as much or MORE about a clear window to self realization than it is about the act of actually singing or performing a song. I’m sure it was even more intense for Frank having lost his speech and his ability sing. He had to sit and wait patiently for one of us to slowly grasp the process and fan out our wings so that he could fly along with us. 

2 responses

  1. Rick

    Thanks for this great food for thought on the voice, Louise.

    September 13, 2012 at 10:24 pm

  2. Frank H Baker

    Louise, Great blog on your voice. Frank Baker was my uncle and I enjoyed picking up these stories of him and how he effected peoples’ lives. Thank you from another Frank Baker!

    December 8, 2012 at 10:55 pm

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