This weekend I had a gig with BroadBand, my a cappella group. We performed at Celebrate Newton, a craft fair at one of our town's high schools. We sang a mix of songs: some jazz standards, some pop tunes, a bunch of holiday music. It was a hoot.
I was more or less the person who organized the performance on behalf of the group; but truth be told, I didn't do much to publicize it. Still, it was a community event, and I figured I was bound to run into a bunch of people I knew. I wondered, in particular, if I would see my Alexander Technique teacher. I studied with her for a few months three or four years ago, and she was wonderful, and I learned a ton. My posture, sadly, still leaves much to be desired. But should Lauren happen to pass by, I was determined to be on my very best, most well-aligned behavior.
So as we launch into our first song, I think about my Alexander instructions: I release my neck so I can tilt the crown of my head forward and up. I let my back be wide and strong. I relax my shoulders. And as I do, I feel my bra straps slip right down my arms.