'The voice is the perfect musical instrument' When Lisa Paglin met Marianna Brilla, Marianna was questioning everything about the voice. Degrees from prestigious schools, international studies with 27 world-renowned teachers and a Fulbright Award had proven to her that clear criteria for achieving ease, perfect intonation and simple communication through the word in singing was no longer available anywhere. Despite personal dissatisfaction, she was sought after as a singer and began a successful career. But, determined to rediscover the foundations of fine singing, Marianna left the stage and began challenging fallacies, inaccuracies and misinformation. Lisa was an accomplished pianist and singer from early childhood. As a young soprano at the Vienna Staatsoper, she drew much praise for her voice and musicality, but confusing vocal instruction, combined with a period of poor health, threw her off-balance. Longing to return to effortless and joyful singing, Lisa consulted prominent teachers, to no avail. She joined Marianna, and together they completed over 15 years of painstaking research, resulting in a thorough understanding of voice. Their methods for voice training and vocal rehabilitation, Vocal Balance™ and Vocal Restoration™, were born.
Read the Guardian article that inspired me to contact them for singing lessons
Lyrics to the song that was inspired by the interview:
A SONG ABOUT SINGING
I'd been driving for years
Lost in foreign lands
Searching for answers
Some guiding hands
I'd gone cross country
Even lost the road
I was given directions
By people, far gone themselves
But it was in my darkest hour
That I heard her name
Whispered on the wind
And I was guided to a place
The parking lot was packed
the queue went round the block
But a desperate man won't be denied
I found a window unlocked
I climbed into her chamber
And poured out my heart
Of how I'd lost my voice somewhere
She watched me in the dark
"Your problems obvious
You've forced your tone
Singing should be an effortless thing
Leave well alone"
After an hour together
I felt changes deep inside
And I walked out the door two inches taller
With words to reach the sky
And I could sing sing sing
Such a pure and simple thing
Go within
And let it ring
Yes I could sing sing sing
A recrowned king
I went within
And let it ring
Her technique was simple
As light as love
An iron fist
Inside a velvet glove
She took away the parts
That were not me
Like Michaelangelo
Had done for David
With balanced tone
The right vibrations
Like a type rope walker
I had bold and new sensations