My apartment is tiny. And for many instances that makes for some discomfort, especially when the instance involves wine glasses and more than three people.
Just tonight I’ve discovered something wonderful about the tiny space in my kitchen. It sounds divine. There’s something beautiful about the way the sound runs around the room when I sing. It bounces off the cabinets and brick in a way that sounds full and sweet.
I usually practice in my bedroom, but tonight my computer was on the kitchen table and so I decided to have a change of scenery. Good idea. It’s pretty incredible when you find new space just feet away from normalcy that is inspiring.
At my parents house there is a half bathroom on the main floor, it is by far the smallest room in the house. But for some reason, the moment of discovery is lost to me now, I figured out that if I played in that tiny room everything sounded better. After having been caught singing in the downstairs bathroom by my brother’s best friend when I was 16 I decreased my visits to the tiny stage, but I never forgot the distinct echoes of that little room. That little room changed the way that I sang.
Now I’ve found my new space. Sounds great. Not a bad view either. It’s like having the city as an audience, sitting here playing to the rain on the rooftop next door. I can almost forget that my neighbors can probably hear my bad chords and silly lyrics, because the echo is just perfect.
