Fel-licious announcements & other tomfoolery

Free Webinar Invite + New Video!

Hi dudes! In today's video, I CONFESS! What do I do to warm up my *own* voice everyday?

But first, an invitation direct from me to you --

This Sunday, I'm republishing my free singing webinar series -- "Unlock Your True Singer Potential: Yes My Dude, You CAN Become a Good Singer!" Learn more here.

The series rolls out in 3 parts and includes almost 90 minutes of free lessons, all starting this Sunday, April 10 at 12pm EDT!

Follow-up lessons are Wednesday, April 13 @ 6pm EDT and Sunday, April 17 at 12pm EDT. If you can't make the live chat, it's cool -- I'll keep the replay link for the lesson videos online for about a week.

**HERE'S THE REALLY COOL THING: I'll be there on each rollout day to live chat with you in the comments section!!!**



And now, without further ado, here's my latest video entitled "How I Practice My Own Singing (Fel Confesses!)" Enjoy -- and don't forget to leave me a comment to let me know what you think.

Can't wait to see you at the webinar!

xo Fel

Take My Singer Survey and We Might Skype!

Singer friends! I would love your help with a quick “singer survey” (below). If you complete it, you’ll be eligible to Skype chat with me (totally optional…but I hope you'll be into it, as I love talking with you guys!)

Quick background: I’m always revising my elite training course Singing Transformation: 360 Degrees of Vocal Training. As of now, this course only opens 2X per year, because I put lots of time and attention into the curriculum and course experience.

This course represents me as a teacher and is very comprehensive, designed to grow you into a CONFIDENT and self-sufficient singer. It was developed directly from singer feedback (a.k.a. you guys!) and twice per year I re-open and update the course to reflect surveys and feedback, exactly like this one.

NOTE: At the end of this form is an opt-in to be eligible for a one-on-one interview with me. Be sure to check YES if you’d be interested in some one-on-one Skype time with me, as I’ll be selecting 3 (maybe more) students to chat with after I read your responses!

Survey is open through 3/23/16, so be sure to submit by then!

Thank you for being a part of my ridiculously cool singer community!

xo Fel

Look, Ma! I'm a marketing "success story!"

This past summer, a group of men wearing button down shirts and thick, artistic glasses brought tons of camera equipment to my apartment. Then they interviewed me about my experience email marketing with their company, Aweber! Then we drank cold brew coffee, and discussed my pit stains, because it was boiling hot outside.

The result is below: a snappy 2-minute video about how I use YouTube and email marketing to drive my online singing and self-development business.

Definitely check it out if you're someone itching to start your own online business, or if you're curious about how my little operation works! (Note: you can't see them, but the pit stains were there. Oh, they were there.)

Aweber also posted an accompanying article on their blog that goes into greater depth about my email marketing, which you can read here.


My Love Affair with BBC Radio 1

I've always secretly wished I was British. If you were to crack open my middle school diary, one of its first sentences would read: "I am writing in an effort to sound and feel more British." Ignoring the identity crisis component, I want to cite this as definitive proof of my lifelong anglophilia.

So imagine my delight last Christmas when I received an email out of the blue from The Scott Mills Show, a national British radio program on BBC Radio 1. They had seen a few of my "How to Sing _____ by ______" YouTube video series (in which I break down lyrics from popular songs and give you alternate, more "singer-friendly" vowels) and asked me to call in and teach Chris Stark, the co-host, how to sing "Fairytale of New York" by the Pogues.

To accommodate the time difference, my interview was at 6am (see haggard photo below). I was incredibly nervous, but Scott and Chris instantly put me at ease. Plus, it was interesting to experience firsthand what taping a radio show is like. If you slip up or misspeak, it's quite easy to pause, speak "off the record," and then do another take. Very low-pressure.

6am, Skyping in the kitchen with Scott Mills

6am, Skyping in the kitchen with Scott Mills

Six months later, this past June, I returned to the show for another segment! This time, I taught Chris Stark how to sing "Love Me Like You Do" by Ellie Goulding in an effort to get an iPhone "song recognition" app to correctly identify his singing.

At the time, I forgot to post it to my website and social media, so I'm posting it here somewhat belatedly, for all interested. It's silly, tongue-in-cheek stuff, but quite fun to listen to. Below is a 12-minute excerpt that includes my portion of the show. Check it out if you're curious!

bbc listen graphic

And, finally - to turn this crush into a full-blown love affair - I just found out I'll be taping another segment with Scott Mills and the gang this week. Subject matter top secret! But it involves teaching another popular song, and apparently the artist will be in the studio. Stay tuned!



Personal Q&A with Fel! (New VIDEO)

I'm back with a brand new video!

This one answers top questions asked by you guys! Those of you who took my singer survey asked me quite often about my own experience singing and other more "personal" questions. I realized that while you may have gotten to know me through my singing lessons, courses and YouTube channel, you might still be curious about the Fel on the other side of the camera!

This video is a big departure from me, but I figured I'd give it a shot. Let me know if you'd like more videos like this or if you'll pass in the future 🙂

In this video I answer the questions:

(1) When did you start singing, and was it natural for you?
(2) Were you always this self-confident on camera, and in life?
(3) What drives you to be a voice finder?

In the video I also mention my nonfiction book UNNATURALLY GREEN, which chronicles the time I was in the musical Wicked, and you can learn more about it here:

Lots of love,

The Sexy Party: Part 2

(Read Part 1 here)

The wine bar where Becky hosted her party was large by New York City standards, which is to say, two people could stand side by side in between the bar and the wall, if those people were okay with touching intimately. There was a separate area in back with couches, rugs, and low-hanging exposed lightbulbs, the kind that indicate that this wasn’t your run of the mill bar, this was a sophisticated bar where you might hit your head on a low-hanging exposed lightbulb, but not even care.

Becky’s fiancé Phil greeted us at the door with large engulfing hugs. Phil went to Yale with me and was in my secret society (don’t tell anyone) so we have a pretty great friendship groove already carved out. Waiting with him was Marshall, my fiancé. Two fiancés in a wine bar! They’ve been known to pal around. Once I witnessed a 45 minute conversation in which Marshall and Phil discussed teaming up for an “Apocalyptic Extraction” business, wherein the super-rich could get flown away by helicopter in the event of a zombie uprising.

“Hello, ladies!” they both said, almost in unison. The four of us retrieved wine from the bartender and we toasted the occasion. Meanwhile, the room was filling with people. Instantly I spotted some familiar faces.

This is going to be a great party!

I believe staunchly in the power of a positive outlook. I’m not socially anxious, but I did go through a couple years when I had panic attacks that seem to come on for no reason. The memory sometimes hangs in the back of my head. But in this case I felt great, so I downed some wine and embarked on my first small-talk adventure, in which a girl named Stephanie explained that she was completely overwhelmed getting her Masters Degree.

White wine is perhaps my favorite drink. I don’t go out often so when I get the chance I like to maximize the feeling that this is a swanky experience. In this way, wine glasses really do it for me. I hold mine daintily from the stem, not only because it is refined, but because I once read that it helps keep the wine cold.

“Felicia!” said a man I sort-of recognized. His name was Ronaldo. We started chatting and I learned that he, too, went to college with me. It was then that I realized I was surrounded by Yale graduates. There was the girl who sat next to me in a seminar but used to play video games on her calculator. And the boy who used to walk into the dining room in a towel and flip flops. I even spotted a guy named Jesse, who was a few years older of me and had led my weeklong pre-orientation, a Freshman camping trip on a farm with no running water, after which I needed to take a pill for my constipation.

By all accounts, this was a Yale party. In theory, I fit in just as much as most people. I gripped my glass’s stem and watched the liquid swirl.

“…and that is when I realized I wasn’t ever going to do ecstasy again,” said Ronaldo. “So I moved to New York City.”


Since I am, by nature, introverted, I like to think of conversations with new people as special challenges. As a downside, I tend to blame myself if they are boring. If only I’d been more interested in hearing about Ronaldo's spiritual walk-about through Napa Valley. But I was doing my best, and everybody seemed to be having a great time.

I regrouped with Marshall at one of the side tables. He’d found a giant cheese plate, so we both ate a bunch of cubes on pita, the cheese sticking to the roofs of our mouths.

“You having fun?” Marshall asked.

“Oh totes. You?”

“Yeah,” Marshall said with a shrug, and I knew we were both on the same page.

We agreed to circulate and meet back for more cheese in T-minus fifteen.

As soon as Marshall had meandered away, I spotted my ex-boyfriend, Matt, sitting at the bar. He caught me looking and waved.


I smashed my head against an exposed lightbulb. Rubbing my scalp with one hand I waved back with the other.

Matt and I had a horrendous breakup, but since then we'd gotten back in touch with the occasional email, phone call, or, when one of us was in town, coffee. It was supremely civilized and much more enjoyable than I ever could have predicted on the day when I told him I never wanted to see him again and threw my cellphone into a sewer.

As I approached the bar I saw Marshall looking at me from across the room. You okay? He mouthed. For a brief moment I thought about his and Phil's Apocalyptic Extraction idea and wondered if it applied to wine parties.

I’m fine! I mouth back.

“Hello there,” I said, sidling up to the bar, noticing that my voice sounded tinny.

“It’s good to see you,” said Matt. “Lots of Yalies here.”

“I feel like I know all of them, and yet know none of them,” I said.

Matt squinted a little. “I think I know what you mean.”

Things weren't awkward. Not really.

“I feel like our group of friends were really separate from the rest of the school,” I said a little bit later in the conversation. “Kind of in a good way. Not that we had only the same friends. You know what I mean.” How much wine had I had? “You know, the theater kids, and the a cappella dorks.”

“How could I forget?”

“I don’t know. Everybody is really nice, though.”

“Yes, everybody is really nice.”

“Hey, you two!”

In swooped Jesse, my pre-orientation leader from many years past. We all hugged.

“This is Harvey,” he said, gesturing to a man with a slight underbite and a furrowed brow. Harvey bowed his head, which I took to mean hello.

“Hi, Harvey,” I said.

“Harvey is a philosopher,” said Jesse.

“Oh! Like as a job?” I asked.


“What do you philosophize?”

Harvey laughed, I guess you could say, but it was actually a screech, a car attempting to peel away on a patch of ice. I was still waiting for him to answer when he walked away.

Matt, Jesse, and I talked a bit about our lives, where we were now, what we had accomplished in terms of marriages, jobs, cities traversed. The Reader’s Digest version. I thought about how after college you still maintain a kind of resume, and I wondered if that was good or bad. At one point I left to forage for some more cheese, all the while wondering, was this what college had actually been like? Or had it been different? Many of the same people were here, and maybe none of us had changed. Or maybe we had changed too much.

When I returned, Matt and Jesse were debating the question of: could every single thing in the universe be quantified or expressed by a mathematical equation?

I couldn’t decide if I should laugh or cry, so I laughed.

“What do you mean quantifiable?” said Matt, hunched over. “Using what criteria?”

“Described by a numerical value,” said Jesse. His tie was loose, his hair mussed. "Think about it. It's impossible to find something that isn't a number."


Being amongst Yalies it was simultaneously unsettling and comforting to see we had reverted to our roots: talking about something detached from reality, purely hypothetical, a topic that was interesting on paper, but failed what I call the “gut-test” (if your gut says something is ridiculous, it’s probably ridiculous).

(My gut had some highs and lows during my four years at Yale.)

Somehow Harvey had returned without my noticing, but there he was again, directly to my left, his underbite somehow more pronounced now.

“Okay, name one thing that can’t be expressed mathematically or through a quantity,” said Jesse, smirking, and Harvey smirked too, but bigger and crooked, like a reflection in a funhouse mirror. I think this meant everyone was having fun?

“Friendship!” said Matt. “Color! Anything!” Matt was borderline frantic. He was in graduate school for the humanities; Jesse was a mathematician. (What’s that saying about how anyone will argue for things that affirm their beliefs?)

“Felicia, back me up here!” Matt rallied.

“Okay.” This was easy; I knew where I stood.

“I mean, you’re both right, to an extent,” I said. “But c’mon Jesse. You can’t quantify feeling. You can certainly decide to describe something complex with a concrete value, but it takes away the experience of it, so it isn’t equivalent.”

“I disagree,” he said.

I charged on. “For example, a number can stand for a life, but it isn’t the same as a life. Does life equal one?”

“For the purposes of my argument, it does.”


“A note of music,” I replied. “A note of music vibrates at a certain frequency, but that isn’t the same as music.”

“I just think that it’s so important to be able to quantify everything, to know for certain,” said Jesse, his hair waving in the air like a flag. “You can do that with anything and it’s right. That’s how progress is made. That’s how civilization advances.”

Harvey made another noise, a grunt, which I think indicated agreement.

“Okay, what if I brushed your arm? Could you describe that with a value?” I ran my finger along Jesse’s arm and he tugged it away. “Sure you could try, but it would be entirely different from the act of observing it. You can intellectualize something all you want but you’re taking away the joy and beauty of living. And what would be the point?”

Jesse took a long pause and looked at Harvey, the impenetrable being that he was. Then he exhaled and turned back to me.

“Harvey is so bored by what you’re saying right now,” he said.

I felt a small explosion in my brain. The explosion ignited a fuse down my spinal cord, which ended at the tip of my toes, and my feet caught fire.

“What?” I whispered. I cleared my throat. “No seriously, what?”

“Ha ha, I’m an asshole,” said Jesse. Harvey was still smirking.

“Wait, what? I’m sorry, I’m just not sure I heard you correctly.”

By which I meant to say: I can’t believe one human would say this to another human at a wine party.

“Forget it.”

My feet would not stop tingling. I could feel part of me wanting to shut it down -- to just forget it -- maybe this was the part of me that could quantify things.

But the other part of me…my heart…my body on fire…

“But why is Harvey bored, Jesse? Are you saying what I’m saying is boring?”

“Hey, Felicia, whatever.”

My head, my heart…

Just forget it.

Stay strong, Fel.

“It seems really whack that you decided to insult me because I disagreed with you. It’s really rude.”

“Hey, I’m an asshole. I’m going to the bathroom.”

In moments, he was gone. Somehow Harvey was too. For a philosopher who believed staunchly in the quantifiable, Harvey had the almost mystical ability to evaporate and materialize at will.

“What the hell was that?” I said to Matt after a moment or two.

“That,” he said, “was the part of Yale that I’ll never understand.”


“Cheers.” We took a couple more sips of wine.

I could feel my feet still tingling. It was a another familiar feeling that was slightly unsettling.

Sometimes feet tingles would descend before a panic attack, when I used to get panic attacks. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t a signal of frustration, or fear, or a general sense that I had to run away. It was like a positive charge on a battery. A surge. In numerical terms, somewhere near 1,000 volts.

Maybe I would never feel entirely comfortable at sexy parties. Or maybe it was better not to feel completely comfortable, as long as I felt like myself.

“Hey, it was good to see you,” I said to Matt when it was time to go and Marshall beckoned to me from near the exit.

“Yeah, good to see you too.”

“Happy birthday, boo!” I said to Becky. Her hair still looked amazing, even after three hours.

“You good?” Marshall said as we got our coats.

“I have a lot to tell you,” I said.

“Oh, same,” said Marshall.

Marshall and I clasped our hands together, and I appreciated how it felt, the experience of observing it. My feet were still on fire, but it made me feel...period.

It made me feel.

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The Sexy Party (Part 1)

In spite of all that I learned in childhood, adolescence, and early adulthood, to this day when I get ready for parties, I picture a best-case scenario. There will be a permanent underscoring of laughter and light jazz. Everyone will find instant familiarity, gripping each others' shoulders and forearms, performing double cheek kisses, like a bunch of vital Europeans.
In my ideal world, charades and other Victorian party games evolve naturally. No one has to explain the rules, and everyone is delighted when I act out Titanic by pretending I'm standing on the bow of a ship. Conversation feels less like talking and more like confession, even revelation. No topic will be too shallow, or too profound. There might even be a sing-along.
In my ideal world, we are all confident in ourselves, and for this reason we can be light, generous, and open with sharing who we are.
"I wish I had your hair," says my best friend Becky as we both stare into her bathroom mirror. We are getting ready for her birthday party together, which starts in 3 minutes at a small wine bar in NYC's West Village. Neither of us is fully dressed. Sprawled on Becky's bed is a bright red jumpsuit with an off-the-shoulder neckline that she just retrieved from the dry cleaner. When it comes to fashion, Becky is the definition of confident. She is the only person I know that dresses like a movie star in real life.
Personally, I am wearing jeans.
"No, you don't want my hair," I say.
On some level we are partaking in an ancient modesty ritual among girls -- putting ourselves down, picking our friends up -- but mostly I really mean it. I have a ton of thin, light brown, salon-highlighted hair, and it frizzes, knots, and is just generally unwieldy in all scenarios. Also, anytime I have asked a stylist to cut my bangs they curl up aggressively and tightly, like Home Depot blackout shades.
Becky makes the comment about my hair without any irony. It's bizarre, because she has the best hair imagineable: long, thick strawberry blonde hair that's never once been dyed or processed. It air dries with a subtle wave, similar to Jennifer Aniston's in her Friends years. Tonight, however, is special, and she has purchased a new curling iron from the drugstore.
"I don't even know how curling irons work," Becky says as she shreds the stiff plastic packaging. She crosses her wrists awkwardly and starts grappling with her own hair like it is a duel. The iron's jaws clamp down on a giant mound of hair and I hear a light sizzle. She starts to twirl up and around, fighting gravity, the hair coiling around itself, tangling into a double helix.
I swoop in.
"Wait, can I try?"
"God help me."
I make my way from side, to back, to side, explaining my technique of curling AWAY from the face, allowing the ends to stay unclasped, and how when you get to the front, you have to curl IN to frame the face. The result are soft, easy waves.
"Holy crap! How do you know how to do this? I thought you never curled your hair even a single time."
"What? I curled my hair this morning."
"But I thought you were like Alexa Chung!"
"One time in an interview Alexa Chung said she literally just washes her hair and it turns into easy ringlets."
"What? No. I learned this technique five years ago when I took my actor headshots. The stylist gave me a tutorial. Now it takes me like five minutes to do. But it's a technique. It's not natural."
(My headshot, by the way, is a photo of me mid-laugh, like I'm shouting "Oh no you didn't!" Sometimes I like it, sometimes I think it's the worst photo of all time. At least it is an archival record of my very first good-hair day.)
"Nutrageous," Becky exclaims, and I know she is shocked, because she never says "nutrageous" unless she means it.
"So you don't just wake up with that hair?"
"Nope. Alexa Chung is full of shit."
This is when I start to feel it.
A deep pit of frustration.
I don't get frustrated unless something needles me on a personal level. And I realize that I've been needled.
It takes me a second to understand the feeling. Then it hits me.
I'm tired of a world that peddles the "Faux Natural."
Cosmetics are designed to make your face look exactly like your own face, but without imperfection -- like a photo-retouching in real life. You cake on the foundation so the fine lines disappear. The more expensive the makeup, the more it proclaims to be "invisible." Cover it up, but don't show the man (or, I guess, woman?) behind the curtain. It's exactly like those articles about celebrities who have insane bodies that say, 'I don't watch what I eat, I just eat to feel good. Oh, and sometimes I do situps.'
But it's like…no you don't; you have a personal chef and a personal trainer.
To clarify, I don't believe there is anything wrong with putting effort into looking your best. Do it up, sister. All I'm saying is: in the aftermath, don't pretend it was no effort at all.
You don't have to be superhuman. You just have to be honest. Because being honest -- and confident in that honesty -- is maybe the most superhuman feat of all.
"My name is Felicia, and sometimes I use a curling iron on my hair," I say, breathing heavily. I realize I've been ranting to Becky. "I mean, if I don't admit it, other girls with frizz hair and bangs like blackout shades will feel alone and ashamed. We all just need to band together, Beck. We need admit that sometimes we wake up looking like shit!"
"Bangs like blackout shades!" Becky says. She is shouting, too. "That is a great simile!"
"It's like this other time I was in Lululemon at the mall and a girl that worked there had an amazing, elaborately styled hairdo -- we're talking Taylor Swift ringlets -- and when I complimented her she dropped what she was doing, turned to me and said, 'People hate me, because it's natural!' Because it's natural! It wasn't natural. It just wasn't. I wanted to run away from the store screaming! Which I eventually did, because Lululemon is so expensive!"
"It IS!" says Becky.
I take a deep breath.
"Anyway. I should probably keep getting ready."
As I fill in my eyebrows with a brow pencil, I think about how my eyebrows look a bit more like eyebrows now, but in an uncanny way. In the mirror my resting face looks noticeably more wry, like I could be laughing silently at myself.
Maybe Faux Natural hits a nerve because I never really felt comfortable in my looks and body until the past couple of years. Because my former career working in theater made me look at myself from the outside-in.  Because I'm still working on being un-self-conscious about my appearance. Because it's two steps forward, one step back.
"You look fantastic," I tell Becky as we regard her reflection together.
"Stop. You look fantastic."
I'm in jeans and a chiffon blouse. It's a pretty good look. Becky is fully jumpsuited, and her hair falls in subtle, loose curls. It's like it might have air-dried that way, entirely on its own.
"Shall we?" she says, and I nod.
Together, we stride toward the door.
* * *


To be continued...

How to Sing - 3 Top Questions About Singing, Answered

In case you haven't heard, my new mega singing course SINGING TRANSFORMATION: 360 DEGREES OF VOCAL TRAINING is open for enrollment this week!!

I want to quickly answer 3 of your top singing questions that keep popping up during this week of Singing Transformation enrollment --

1. How do I know if I'm singing with my OWN voice?

You already know the answer to this one: if you love singing and have some practice under your belt, you already have a voice! Done! Congrats! You have a voice!!

But here's the KEY -- to stop fighting against your sound. The best singing is the EASIEST singing. No joke. We don't need tricks or compensations. We just need to get out of the way and make way for our sound to resonate.

And we do that through: (1) supported breath, (2) a relaxed body, (3) mental visualizations that help you ready, aim, fire your sound so it hits EVERY TIME. No mystery, no surprises. It all just comes from practice, and a plan.

2. No matter how much I practice, my weaknesses never get better! Will I ever improve?

Heck yes! If you've studied with voice teachers in the past and haven't made progress, you're in the majority. In fact, voice teachers sometimes serve to REINFORCE bad habits because you meet with them every week, sing with bad habits, and they never correct you. Then you go home and practice without goals or strategies in mind, and nothing ever seems to change.

It's super common. But singing is just like any other skill - you need the right instruction and the right guidance. If you have mental or physical blocks that make it hard to sing correctly, it's time to change the conversation.

As a teacher, I'm all about the MIND-BODY connection. Saying that one thing that will get your body to react. And then pairing that visualization or prompt with your practice, every single time.

Habits are annoying, sure. But they can totally be broken. You just need a new approach. Soon, your mind and body will relearn what feels NORMAL -- and what feels normal will be awesome, relaxed, singing. 🙂

3. What happens when I go to learn a song and it's too hard?

Here's a freeing fact: if you can sing it in warmups, you can sing it in a performance.

So often, the act of adding lyrics, melody, and a character/context to a song freaks us out so we think we have to abandon technique. Suddenly the "big note" at the end seems super intimidating, even though we've sung the note 100 times during practice!

I discuss the Song Performance process in great detail in Singing Transformation, but a HUGE key to making songs accessible is to break them down into small, manageable chunks, and then sing one or two lines as a vocal warmup.

Similarly, if you find there's a really helpful vocal warmup or even vowel sound that gets your voice pinging out beautifully, you can APPLY those vowels and warmups to the song at hand.

Again, this is a multi-step process that I get into in more detail, but it's actually much easier to relate songs to warmups than you think.

A lot of us expect to hear a song, check out the sheet music, and BAM! sing it perfectly. But it doesn't work like that. Take it from me -- sometimes, the first time I sing through a song, I sound like a weirdo.

But once you find your groove, break it down, modify vowels, and understand that lyrics are not all that different from your vocal warmups, you'll be golden.

One more thing - registration for Singing Transformation is OPEN as of yesterday. The deep discounts and bonuses are good only through this week, and certain options will sell out, so please don't wait that long if you're interested in bundling in personalized instruction with me!!

the link is

okay thanks for reading and sending your questions!!

xo Fel

P.S. I know I zipped through these 3 questions, but Singing Transformation: 360 Degrees of Vocal Training gets into all these topics, in great detail. I also address:

-How to practice

-How to know if your voice "feels" right

-Mixing your chest and head voice

-Adding power to your sound

-Breath support


-Delivering an awesome performance at a concert or audition


Live written Q&A also allows you to ask me any question, any time, and certain tiers of enrollment include Google hangouts and personalized video critiques. And it's all only through Monday my friends--

Help me complete my "Singing Transformation" online course!!

Hey there!! I'm SUPER close to finishing my long-awaited Singing Transformation Course. (woooo!)

I've been designing this mega singing curriculum for more than 2 years, and I'm finally on the verge of wrapping it up (plan is to release in early September...thank you for your patience during the process).

In the course I'm going to cover everything you need to know about CONSISTENT, POWERFUL, and CONFIDENT singing. It will include instruction videos, sequenced warmups, daily conditioning, audio downloads, and even some word-and-image PDFs of me doing singer stretches and lolling and other crazy stuff like that (you know how I roll).

Plus a select number of enrollees will get to work with me one-on-one (more details to come...) 🙂

Badass singers who are famous today started off just where you are: with questions, concerns, and confusion. You deserve to stop being confused and reach your potential. It's my sworn goal to help you demolish bad habits and prove that you don't have to be born "gifted" in order to sing beautifully. Truth is, the hurdles and roadblocks we build for ourselves are so often imaginary.

I want to show you (1) how simple good singing really is, (2) how powerful it is to KNOW your own voice better than anyone else does, (3) how integral CONFIDENCE, self-talk, and mental imagery is to good singing.

BUT! Before I finalize everything, I need to make sure I've covered all your questions. This is where you come in, my friend!!

Please take a few minutes to answer this super-short survey (it's totally anonymous, and literally one question haha) --