<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678</id><updated>2012-01-05T01:55:20.986-08:00</updated><category term='creativity'/><category term='The Choir'/><category term='monotone'/><category term='Presentation Skills'/><category term='audience feedback'/><category term='Interviewing'/><category term='losing your voice'/><category term='persona'/><category term='voice'/><category term='the hook'/><category term='critics'/><category term='male voice change'/><category term='Job interviews'/><category term='Virtual Meetings'/><category term='public speaking/believability'/><category term='stage fright'/><category term='voluntary audiences'/><category term='stage presence'/><category term='public speaking'/><category term='Howard Schultz'/><category term='Time for Three'/><category term='writers'/><category term='diaphragm'/><category term='public speaking/radio techniques'/><title type='text'>thestagefrightwhisperer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-1539130897295905100</id><published>2011-08-08T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T07:39:28.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking/believability'/><title type='text'>Memory Believes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;“Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.” I’ve been pondering this quotation from &lt;i&gt;Light in August,&lt;/i&gt; by William Faulkner, for days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Our beliefs, more than our knowledge, are what we act on, what we speak from. Our beliefs are formed by our memories, even when we’ve repressed those memories. A soldier with posttraumatic stress disorder, for example, may respond physically and mentally to a car backfiring in civilian life as if he were still on the battlefield, even though he has not yet processed battle memories. He may “know” it’s a backfire but he “believes” it’s a mortar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;What does this have to do with public speaking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;My most frequent of a client's performance is, "I don't believe you."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;If you don’t believe in what you’re saying, not only will your audience not believe what you say, they won’t remember what you say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;And your belief has to come from a memory, a story, not merely knowledge that you memorized.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-1539130897295905100?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/1539130897295905100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/08/memory-believes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1539130897295905100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1539130897295905100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/08/memory-believes.html' title='Memory Believes'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-8394329337130093431</id><published>2011-08-03T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:02:33.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presentation Skills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Passionate Presentations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I saw a performance Friday night by “Authoring Action.” About 30 teenagers reciting, singing, dancing the words they had authored.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I saw tears running down the cheeks of a teenage boy rapping a poem he’d written. And I was reminded, again, of the importance of passion in our presentations.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I hope we’re in the post-post-modern era of the arts. I hated the post-modern period, probably because I didn’t fit into it well. I didn’t enjoy self-referential, cynical, let’s-have-a-laugh-at-the-past, emotionless performances. I wanted passionate performances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Passion isn’t fully back in fashion yet, but it may be on its way. I’ve blogged about the clues I’ve been finding in, of all places, the business world. A CEO said in an interview that he’s fortunate that he loves the business he’s in, that he’s passionate about it. The author of an essay about business journalism advised writers to tell a story, rather than trying to explain the facts. She recognizes that readers will probably not remember or understand the facts, but they will remember the story that captures the meaning of the facts. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;We can’t tell a story in our presentations unless we go deeper than the words, unless we find the story we want to tell. We can’t tell a story well unless we are drawing upon our senses–our sight, our hearing, our senses of touch, smell, and taste. Our senses produce both emotion and action, not only in us, the storytellers, but in our audiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Here’s one of the definitions of passion in the Oxford Universal Dictionary: “In psychology or art, any mode in which the mind is affected or acted upon . . .”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;If we are presenting our ideas from our senses, our audiences can respond from, and their minds will be affected by their senses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We don’t get good at giving presentations unless we are passionate about the story we’re telling. If we are passionate about our presentations, we will get good at giving them. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Why present any idea if we are not intending to affect the minds of our audiences? Why present without passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-8394329337130093431?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/8394329337130093431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/08/passionate-presentations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/8394329337130093431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/8394329337130093431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/08/passionate-presentations.html' title='Passionate Presentations'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-8134761978164772054</id><published>2011-07-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T09:36:13.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presentation Skills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Going Too Far is Almost Enough</title><content type='html'>“That was a great exercise. Why didn’t we start with that one?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a comment at the end of a workshop on “Presenting Yourself.” Made after an exercise in which I’d asked the participants to exaggerate all the presentation techniques they’d learned in the last 6 weeks. “Go too far,” I’d said, knowing after 35 years of teaching that they wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in the process of becoming members of a functioning society, each of us has been warned “to quiet down,” “to be seen and not heard,” “don’t draw attention to yourself,” and the like. Those are the demands of the schoolroom, sometimes the family dinner table, and enforced when we’re part of many audiences. But not when we’re on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There the opposite is true. No audience will be comfortable unless their leader, the performer, is larger than the audience. Unless the performer’s energy is larger, gestures wider, voice more authoritative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, all the workshop participants understood, after the exercise, that “going too far” was only the beginning of a good performance. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-8134761978164772054?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/8134761978164772054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-too-far-is-almost-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/8134761978164772054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/8134761978164772054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-too-far-is-almost-enough.html' title='Going Too Far is Almost Enough'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-7162709272523991570</id><published>2011-07-05T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:12:31.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking/radio techniques'/><title type='text'>On Being as Big as You Need to Be</title><content type='html'>I was multi-tasking yesterday–eating breakfast, reading the newspaper, and listening to my local NPR station–when I heard familiar words. Oh, that was me I was listening to, reading an essay I'd written last fall and recorded at the station a few months ago. Although I had an e-mail afterward from the station asking when I could record a couple more essays, and another e-mail complimenting me on the essay's content and my "clear, beautiful voice," it wasn't a great performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is always a learning experience.&amp;nbsp;Why wasn't it a 10? After I heard the playback at the recording session, I realized that I hadn't connected fully with my imaginary audience on the other side of the microphone. I had confined my energy to the tiny recording studio. I thought I had learned that lesson 50 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't remember, until I began this posting, that just prior to recording I had spent 4 hours answering phones for the station's spring fund drive. And using my energy to shield myself for 4 hours from the woman across the table from me, one of the most socially inept–or actively obnoxious, take your pick–women I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned. Again. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-7162709272523991570?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/7162709272523991570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-being-as-big-as-you-need-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7162709272523991570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7162709272523991570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-being-as-big-as-you-need-to-be.html' title='On Being as Big as You Need to Be'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-7674354190011137837</id><published>2011-06-06T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:52:39.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>The Hook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Public speakers are encouraged to begin with a "hook," a line that will engage their listeners. I heard a speaker last week that so engaged me that I noticed several times I was leaning toward her. I have no idea what her first line–her "hook"–was. It certainly wasn't a joke, which is so often recommended. I also found myself making small noises of approval, somewhat like an "amen, sister," at a church service. I hadn't interested in her subject; in fact, I had only attended the event out of a sense of duty. So how did she get me to respond as I did? First, she was passionate about her subject, and passion is a prime communicator. Second, she involved us directly in every step: She had found a research treasure trove at the Duke library. Were any of us Duke alumni? Her research subject had lived on such-and-such a street in Raleigh. Were any of us from Raleigh? Did we know that street? Third, when she couldn't remember a name, she asked us for the name, without any embarrassment over her lapse of memory. Most important, she treated the event, not as a lecture, but as a communal gathering of intelligent people with whom she was sharing her passion. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-7674354190011137837?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/7674354190011137837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/06/hook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7674354190011137837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7674354190011137837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/06/hook.html' title='The Hook'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-4509267540289103821</id><published>2011-05-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:28:40.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage presence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Stage Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The manager of an events venue told me this week that he'd decided that the difference between a hobbyist and a professional was stage presence. That he liked to encourage performers who were just starting out, but had begun to realize that they were never going to move up to his main floor venue if they didn't know how to communicate with their audiences. And that he saw the same problem with fine artists when he staged an art show. "They don't know how to talk to potential buyers," he said. "It's all about presence." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-4509267540289103821?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/4509267540289103821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/05/stage-presence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4509267540289103821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4509267540289103821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/05/stage-presence.html' title='Stage Presence'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-847296069856859347</id><published>2011-05-26T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T08:55:21.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Technique vs. Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I watched a classical guitar player a few weeks ago. I say "watched" rather than heard because no matter how often I tried to force myself to listen to the music, I found myself watching his hands instead. Marvelous technique. How does he manage to do that? Wow, look at those hands move. I can still mentally see the performance, but I can't hear it at all. How great it would have been if he had included the audience in the music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-847296069856859347?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/847296069856859347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/05/technique-vs-communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/847296069856859347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/847296069856859347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/05/technique-vs-communication.html' title='Technique vs. Communication'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-4154362616302843374</id><published>2011-05-25T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:28:44.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voluntary audiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>The Critics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Richard I. Garber commented here about voluntary/involuntary audiences. Yes, indeed, I refer often in "Speak Up" to the differences between the two and how they need to be treated. But how do we treat the 1 or 2 members of a voluntary audience who are there to critique or distract or who knows what?  What do you do when you can see your competition in the audience and know that they're there to criticize? I didn't have an answer until a few days later when I attended an orchestra concert at which a group of conservatory students in front of me wanted to make sure that everyone knew that they, too, were brilliant musicians. No matter how loud their comments, they only affected 6 people at most. The rest of the audience–probably 800 people–remained attentive to the stage. Although one would ordinarily treat the show-offs as an involuntary audience, their effect was so minimal that they weren't worth consideration. At a presentation I did a few days ago, one man arrived early, took a seat at the back of the room, and began to read a newspaper. He read his paper for the next hour and a half. I have no idea why he was there. But his disinterested energy was far outweighed by the enthusiastic energy of the larger audience and, therefore, didn't deserve special treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-4154362616302843374?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/4154362616302843374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/05/critics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4154362616302843374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4154362616302843374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/05/critics.html' title='The Critics'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-8181461994254631987</id><published>2011-05-23T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:30:20.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>BEING WHO YOU WANT TO BE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We all know that public speaking terrifies more people than snakes, spiders, or airplane trips. Those who are the most terrified of public speaking itself, are terrified of taking a class to learning how to speak in public without being terrified. I led a workshop on "Writing after 50" this weekend at the Blue Ridge Bookfest, and one woman told me she had been afraid to write because of what she might find out. But it had occurred to her that if she wrote about her fear she could write a different ending. Yes, I said, and you could create a character that isn't you to live through whatever frightens you. So why not create a different persona to speak in public? We create different personas all the time in our daily lives. Hopefully, we present a different persona at work than we present to a child, a different persona to a lover than to a father. I have a chapter about creating a performing persona in &lt;i&gt;Speak Up: The Public Speaking Primer.&lt;/i&gt; One of the exercises asks the reader to choose characteristics they want their performing persona to have–confidence, to be respected, etc.–and then to use body memories of a time when they were confident, and a time when they were respected. Sometimes workshop participants will realize that they don't really need one characteristic that they thought they were missing in their everyday personality; always do they realize that they really can create who they want to be.    &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-8181461994254631987?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/8181461994254631987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-who-you-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/8181461994254631987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/8181461994254631987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-who-you-want-to-be.html' title='BEING WHO YOU WANT TO BE'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-6118128492871435025</id><published>2011-04-06T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:41:16.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Don't Tell Me What to Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Georgia; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The last issue of &lt;i&gt;Zoetrope: All Story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;has one of the best short stories I’ve read in years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;–”Rothko Eggs,” by Keith Ridgway. The narrator, a teenage girl, liked art that’s “empty.” “Really good artists” left a lot out so that “she could take her own things into the painting.” She didn’t like an artist who didn’t leave much room and was just “trying to look like he had amazing ideas.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I went to a performance recently that didn’t let me take anything into it. I was told what to think about the theme; the emotions expected of me were obvious. I was being presented to, preached to; there was no room for me in what was happening on stage. I predictably responded by refusing to think or feel as instructed, and left the performance angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I also saw recently a production of Sondheim’s &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Assassins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;To my mind, it’s theme is that presidential assignation attempts are the logical extension of the American dream, the way to become “somebody.” That’s a crazy statement, and yet I walked out of the theatre accepting it as rational. Because I was allowed to laugh at the idea, to bring my own experiences to bear on it, to think about it. &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-6118128492871435025?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/6118128492871435025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-tell-me-what-to-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/6118128492871435025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/6118128492871435025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-tell-me-what-to-think.html' title='Don&apos;t Tell Me What to Think'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-5710487936693541239</id><published>2011-02-24T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T07:26:31.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time for Three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Communication vs. Content</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“We’re communicating on a human level: The content isn’t important anymore.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That’s a quote from an interview with Nick Kendall, a violinist with Time for Three, in the Indianapolis Star. Nick is wrong about the content not being an important part of the success of Time for Three. I’m a huge fan, and it’s just plain fun to watch these classical virtuosi, technically some of the best in the country, break into Irish fiddling, reach over and play each other’s instruments, and act like serious clowns. He's exactly right, however, when he says that the content becomes less important than the communication. I’ve written in Speak Up: The Public Speaking Primer about a high-school-age actress who was given an unfortunate set of lines: “In 1865, . . .”; “Then in 1890, . . .” and about a dozen more. She played those lines so engagingly that I didn’t notice until afterward what terrible writing she’d been given. “Commune” in all its forms is a variation of the word “common,” something that is shared. We communicate when we talk together, when there is a mental or spiritual exchange. We can also participate in a mental or spiritual exchange when the medium is not words, but music or dance or even silence.  Communication at the human level is what all performances should be about. If we’re not communicating when we perform, we ought not to be on a stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-5710487936693541239?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/5710487936693541239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/02/communication-vs-content.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/5710487936693541239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/5710487936693541239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/02/communication-vs-content.html' title='Communication vs. Content'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-7167889061572812924</id><published>2011-02-14T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:15:12.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audience feedback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Audience Feedback</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Another argument for not “projecting” to an audience: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I wrote in my last Community Arts Cafe column that when we involve the audience &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; a presentation, rather than projecting &lt;i&gt;at&lt;/i&gt; them, we can pick up valuable information. I used, as an example, a reading that I gave from &lt;i&gt;When Last on the &lt;/i&gt;Mountain&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;an anthology that I co-edited. I had thought that the eponymous piece would be a great ender. Very inspiring, I thought. Wrong. I could feel from the audience that it had not been inspiring, but a big downer. So I looked at my watch, noted with “delighted surprise” that we had time for one more, flipped through the book and landed on a piece that left them laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I had a similar experience a few weeks later. I was reading the first 5 minutes of a new short story at an open mic. I’d had 7 other writers critique it, had revised it many times, and had thought it wasn’t the greatest story ever, but good enough to send out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The first page went well–laughter in the appropriate places–but during the second page, I heard a voice in my head saying, “This is so banal.” A voice, not one of my own thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;So I took the story to my best critic and, without telling him why, asked him to read the first 3 pages. He immediately told me what was wrong with it. So now I have to rewrite the whole story, and I’m embarrassed that I ever sent it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Audience feedback is a marvelous thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-7167889061572812924?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/7167889061572812924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/02/audience-feedback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7167889061572812924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7167889061572812924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/02/audience-feedback.html' title='Audience Feedback'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-6202697493016230814</id><published>2011-01-24T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:32:33.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Writers Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I went to hear 5 writers reading their work last week and, though all 5 were present, I ended up hearing 1-1/2 of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I got a coughing fit, which I do when I don’t realize that I’m angry. The knees of the publisher sitting next to me were jumping out of control. Because we couldn’t hear most of what was being read to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Always on the side of the performer, I’ve tended to blame the sound system for my hearing problems in that hall. But not this time. Not after being able to hear 1 out of 5 clearly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What went wrong? Let me count the ways:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Did they practice with the sound system? I doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;They rushed, giving us no time to hear a word before they went on to the next one. An audience of 100 people needs more time to assimilate what it hears than does a group of 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;They were not sharing the work with us. They were reading into an auditorium with people in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;They were not reliving the stories they’d written. They were just reading the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;1 of the writers avoided all these problems. She was engaged in her stories; she embraced the audience; we heard every word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Did I mention that I was sitting next to a publisher? His knees stopped jiggling. He said, “I need to sign her.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-6202697493016230814?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/6202697493016230814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/01/writers-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/6202697493016230814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/6202697493016230814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2011/01/writers-reading.html' title='Writers Reading'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-3962179457019612214</id><published>2010-12-16T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:28:58.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaphragm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>"Control" of the Diaphragm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I was looking forward to seeing “The King’s Speech” (my field, after all) until I read that Lionel Logue wrote, after his first consultation, that Prince Albert had poor control of his diaphragm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;No kidding! If we could control our diaphragms, no one would ever hiccup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Back in college I had a singer friend who was very proud of her diaphragm, which she would display. What she was showing off was what looked like a role of fat below her ribs. Her vocal teacher had told her that that was her diaphragm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The word “diaphragm” is bandied about by voice and speech teachers who don’t have a clue what the diaphragm is–a &lt;b&gt;horizontal&lt;/b&gt; set of muscles between the lungs and the guts. A muscle set that gets pushed down by the lungs when we inhale, and that gets pushed back up the guts when we exhale. A muscle set that gets pushed around, not one that we can “control.”    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;At least two prominent voice coaches advise bouncing one’s voice off one’s diaphragm. They don’t explain how this can be accomplished anatomically. Nor do they seem to realize that, in advising a student to bounce a sound anywhere, that student is likely to tighten some muscles in the throat to act as the bouncer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-3962179457019612214?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/3962179457019612214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/12/control-of-diaphragm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/3962179457019612214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/3962179457019612214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/12/control-of-diaphragm.html' title='&quot;Control&quot; of the Diaphragm'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-859960681196026721</id><published>2010-12-03T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:13:41.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking/radio techniques'/><title type='text'>Even the Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I recently attended a performance by a well-known radio personality that was irritating as hell. My party was seated in the balcony. The performer was positioned so far forward on the stage that we either had to assume a partial-standing position so we could see him, or close our eyes and pretend we were listening to him on the radio. You can imagine what happens when, at my age, I close my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My host at the event became so angry that he vowed to complain to theatre management. How could they, in all conscience, cut off the sight lines of an entire portion of a paying audience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;But I had seen this performer a decade ago at the 92d St. Y in New York, where I could see him clearly, and where, even though a decade younger, I fell asleep at least twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The first time, I assigned blame for my snooze problem on his material, which wasn’t that interesting.  But at this performance, he had great material, and his delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 11.0px Georgia; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;the ebb and flow of tension and release, the timing–could have served as a “how-to” course for any public speaker. And yet, there I was, off in dreamland again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Inconceivable as it seems, even to me, this performer has not learned, after decades on stage, the difference between the energy required for a radio audience and a live audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Radio requires intimacy. The performer’s energy is concentrated through the mike to a virtual audience of one person or one family, listening in car or a living room. Very different from a three-balcony theatre where, even though one is using a microphone, the energy has to expand to include everyone.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-859960681196026721?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/859960681196026721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/12/even-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/859960681196026721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/859960681196026721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/12/even-best.html' title='Even the Best'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-675395205362101433</id><published>2010-11-02T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:23:48.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job interviews'/><title type='text'>Claim the Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Another inspiration from &lt;i&gt;The New York Times&lt;/i&gt; business section: This time a man hunting for another job describes his transformation from question-answerer to question-asker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;His interpretation of the change is that he became more assertive. True. My interpretation is that he recognized that he had more power, and therefore more responsibility, in a job interview than he had thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;A job interview may be conducted one-on-one, but it nevertheless involves many aspects of public speaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Claim the job, just as you would claim the stage. In the interviewer’s mind, the subject of the meeting is the company and its needs and how well you fit both. Too often, the interviewee thinks the subject of the meeting is him or herself.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do I need to say that when the speaker and the audience are not in agreement in their expectations, they’re off to a bad start. I once talked three friends into attending a film that had been billed as a romantic thriller. So much blood and violence that one friend left the theatre, and I pulled my sweater up over my face and missed the crucial murder. No one would talk to me on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“When we claim . . . the job as our own, we begin to fall in love with it. We nurture it, care for it, give it our full attention. When we focus on our material, we find the courage to live through the anxiety of performance, and the drive to learn how to perform it well.” (&lt;i&gt;Speak Up: The Public Speaking Primer &lt;/i&gt;(Press 53, 2010), p. 104.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-675395205362101433?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/675395205362101433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/11/claim-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/675395205362101433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/675395205362101433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/11/claim-job.html' title='Claim the Job'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-4787999137445223516</id><published>2010-10-13T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:39:02.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Tell a Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Read Chrystia Freeland’s essay, “How to Succeed in Business Journalism,” in the August 22d issue of &lt;i&gt;The New York Times Book Review.&lt;/i&gt; I could quote here 2 or 3 full paragraphs, changing no more than a phrase or two, and make them directly applicable to public speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I’m going to quote, instead, from &lt;i&gt;Speak Up: The Public Speaking Primer,&lt;/i&gt; where I give advice to public speakers that is similar to Freeland’s advice to business journalists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Humans are storytellers. &lt;/b&gt;We try to understand our lives and the events around us by creating stories. Until we learned to scratch symbols that represented our words, we told our history, our beliefs, our warnings, and our fears in stories, in parables, and in myths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“We remember best what we hear or read in story form.” (p. 11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;And,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“In our culture, we often believe we are oriented to the bottom line and that facts are the only reliable bases for decisions. Human brains, however, are not as well equipped to work mathematical of logic problems as they are to make judgments based on intuition and experience. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“An attorney asked me how he could get a jury to understand the complex financial instruments that led to the recent economic collapse. He said, ‘I spent days trying to work through them myself. Finally, one night at two a.m., I got it. So how do I reduce all the work I had to do into something a jury can understand?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“By telling the jury that story. Tell them the process that led to your discovery. Tell them about the wrong paths you went down, and your frustration, and how stupid you felt. Give them a chance to empathize with you. They might not fully grasp all the complexities themselves, but they’ll feel a connection to you and to your side of the argument.” (pp. 75-76)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-4787999137445223516?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/4787999137445223516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4787999137445223516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4787999137445223516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-story.html' title='Tell a Story'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-6696255795900397637</id><published>2010-10-11T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T07:49:34.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Howard Schultz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Are You Ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The New York Times &lt;/i&gt;business section is providing more advice that can be applied to public speaking. In the October 10 paper, Howard Schultz, chairman, president, and CEO of Starbucks, was asked for his advice to new CEOs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;He said that very few people coming into the job believe they’re qualified. Every time we speak in public, it’s a new situation. Very few of us believe we’re qualified, or have rehearsed enough for this new subject or that new audience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;So, his advice about insecurity? Use it as a strength, not a weakness. Let people see that you’re vulnerable, and you’re showing them that you’re human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Translating that paraphrased statement for our needs: So what if you make a mistake or two? Steve Allen once said that a performer would have to fall off the stage into the bass drum before someone noticed. I’ll add that if you do fall off the stage into the bass drum, hitting the cymbals as you go, everyone in the audience will be thrilled that they were there to see it, and will buy more tickets with the hope that you’ll do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-6696255795900397637?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/6696255795900397637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/10/are-you-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/6696255795900397637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/6696255795900397637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/10/are-you-ready.html' title='Are You Ready?'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-1335295666814521060</id><published>2010-10-07T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:21:30.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Apologies Not Accepted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When I was growing up in the midwest, a hostess cooked twice as much food as her guests could eat, and then apologized for whatever she presented or had failed to present: “I don’t know what happened to the corn pudding;” “My cake didn’t rise like usual;” “At least I remembered to take the Jello salad out of the refrigerator this time.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Dinner began with assurances from the guests about the quality of the corn pudding, was interrupted with the story of the missing salad, and ended with a slight argument over the lightness of the cake. Not leaving much room for conversation about politics, or even the weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I attended a presentation this week that followed that pattern. The presenter began with a story about having failed to appear at a presentation the week before, and segued into an apology for having arrived late with disorganized materials. He said several times that if his wife/business partner were there, she would be able to better explain this concept or answer that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Why apologize as you’re serving the corn pudding? If the guests had previously loved the hostess’s corn pudding, now they’re forced to reconsider. Maybe it doesn’t taste that good after all, or maybe their taste discrimination is off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What is the value of telling an audience, in detail, that you forgot to keep an appointment? Are we going to trust anything else you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Last month I heard a band member say, halfway through a performance, “and we’ve only practiced twice.” Now the audience is sitting there reassessing the entire evening: “Maybe it was more ragged than we thought.”    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-1335295666814521060?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/1335295666814521060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/10/apologies-not-accepted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1335295666814521060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1335295666814521060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/10/apologies-not-accepted.html' title='Apologies Not Accepted'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-4157336020835634811</id><published>2010-09-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T08:12:27.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Meetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Virtual Meetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The “Career Column” in the 9/26 issue of &lt;i&gt;The New York Times &lt;/i&gt;was devoted to professional virtual meetings. Good advice was given: don’t eat potato chips during the meeting; take your headset off before you head for the bathroom; don’t wear stripes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;But, as I thought about why virtual meetings can be so deadly and why we would have to be warned not to eat potato chips, one of the answers was because it’s not a “real” meeting. We’re not meeting; we’re not able to pick up, assess, build on, or counteract the energy of others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We’re advised in the column to “use the same kind of body language and facial expressions as in a face-to-face meeting,” which implies that a virtual meeting, like a virtual world, is theatre and requires the suspension of disbelief. We need to “act” as though we’re in a meeting, even though we’re not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;If all the participants were acting (or pretending), then potato chips and bathrooms would no longer be issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;But we would still have the problem of technology usage. If we look &lt;i&gt;at&lt;/i&gt; the camera and talk &lt;i&gt;to &lt;/i&gt;the microphone, we are substituting pieces of equipment for the people we would be looking at and talking to in a meeting. The speaker must also be an actor, speaking &lt;i&gt;through &lt;/i&gt;the technology with his or her imaginary audience.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-4157336020835634811?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/4157336020835634811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/09/virtual-meetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4157336020835634811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4157336020835634811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/09/virtual-meetings.html' title='Virtual Meetings'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-1651094159740309160</id><published>2010-09-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:32:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbic Resonance is Real, But . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Limbic resonance seems to be the new fad term. If the first dozen googled items are any indication, most people don’t know what they’re talking about. I don’t trust people who are quoting from quotes–it’s like the rumor game, distorted because they’re out of context. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;And it becomes more fodder for the motivational crowd. Never occurred to me before reading Barbara Ehrenreich’s &lt;i&gt;Bright-Sided &lt;/i&gt;that the positive-thinking business is Calvinism revisited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Does limbic resonance exist? Absolutely. We have all those clichés in our language–”she gave me the cold shoulder”; “an icy glare”; “a cool reception” or “a warm reception”; “fiery glance”; “hot mama”; “he’s a cold fish”; and on and on–that, like most clichés, are literally true. We respond physically to the emotional energy of other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;But I worry that the term is going to be used to guilt us into thinking that we have to be happy all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;All the emotions have to be available to the public speaker. How can we speak up about injustice without anger? How can we give a eulogy without sorrow? And don’t we want our audiences‘ limbic systems resonating to our anger and sorrow?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-1651094159740309160?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/1651094159740309160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/09/limbic-resonance-is-real-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1651094159740309160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1651094159740309160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/09/limbic-resonance-is-real-but.html' title='Limbic Resonance is Real, But . . .'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-1655973928209876592</id><published>2010-09-10T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:05:12.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage fright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Creativity and Aging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;A truth that I hadn’t known before came out of my mouth yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I have a client who’s probably in his 60s (I’ve never asked), with a good deal of physical pain, recent knee surgery, recent mouth surgery–the list goes on. He performs poetry professionally, but we always warm up first with vocal exercises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I said, Your voice sounds as though you’re about 32. Then I heard myself say, Inside you is a healthy body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Then I had to figure out what I’d said. What I could “see” was an inner “lining” of his body that was in a vibrant, young, healthy condition. If that were not so, it’s aural manifestation would not have been vibrant, young and healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;So what I’m wondering is, Is that what any creative activity does for us? Keeps us young? Not just “young in spirit.” Might creativity actually keep some parts of our body young? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;That’s what some recent research on the relationship of creativity and aging is saying–less visits to the doctor, less falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Worth pondering.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-1655973928209876592?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/1655973928209876592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/09/creativity-and-aging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1655973928209876592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1655973928209876592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/09/creativity-and-aging.html' title='Creativity and Aging'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-643662585028255635</id><published>2010-08-31T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:24:54.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;As I troll through websites on public speaking and stage fright, I see and read appalling stuff: Videos of public speaking coaches waving their hands wildly for no perceivable purpose.  That awful advice to “look each person directly in the eyes, make a statement, move to the next person, look them . . .”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The worst advice of all? “Imagine your audience naked.” “Imagine your audience in their underwear.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;If I thought that a speaker or performer were imagining me naked or in my underwear, I’d walk out of the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What about the job interviewee with performance anxiety? Is he supposed to imagine the interviewer, who’s perhaps a potential boss, naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Unbelievable!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-643662585028255635?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/643662585028255635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-advice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/643662585028255635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/643662585028255635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-advice.html' title='Bad Advice'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-1295397696772554965</id><published>2010-08-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:45:04.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presentation Skills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Ourselves as Product</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I wrote my column for Community Arts Cafe this month on “Choosing Your Audience.” I mentioned that we ought to start by viewing ourselves and our performances as a product. How do we know who are audiences are if we don’t assess what we’re offering them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;How do we do that? By listening to our audiences–what they say; what they applaud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;A former client told me this week that what I do is “teach people to be a strong presence.” I had thought I was teaching people not to be afraid of their stage fright or their audiences. But, of course, the result of losing those fears would be a stronger presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The title of the new book, &lt;i&gt;Speak Up &lt;/i&gt;(available now from Press 53 and Amazon and . . .), turns out to be a perfect fit, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;That one phrase has changed the audiences I’m looking for.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-1295397696772554965?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/1295397696772554965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/08/ourselves-as-product.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1295397696772554965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1295397696772554965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/08/ourselves-as-product.html' title='Ourselves as Product'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-24461109312209967</id><published>2010-08-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T07:42:26.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job interviews'/><title type='text'>JOB INTERVIEWS - III</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Third, the interviewee liked the idea of creating a “performing persona.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;In his case, he was switching careers–from finance to marketing–and he understood that he needed to think of himself and be a marketer now in interviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We’ve created different personas for different relationships all our lives. You learned, at least by the age of 5, that who you were on mommie’s lap was not who you were in kindergarten, and vice versa. Successful social relationships depended on your making a distinction between who you were as a son and who you were as a student and who you were as a playmate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Pity the high school cheerleader who never learns another role–never becomes a wife when she marries, a mother when she has children–and is still a cheerleader at 65. Pity, too, the high school brain who tried to imitate the cheerleaders instead of learning who she herself was.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Paradoxically, we create ourselves, learn who we truly are, by shifting from role to role.  In each role we have different responsibilities and different benefits, display and use different strengths and weaknesses.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-24461109312209967?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/24461109312209967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-interviews-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/24461109312209967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/24461109312209967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-interviews-iii.html' title='JOB INTERVIEWS - III'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-1427025016984873043</id><published>2010-08-11T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:31:53.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job interviews'/><title type='text'>JOB INTERVIEWS - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Second, the interviewee liked the idea that the “performer is more powerful than the audience.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Which sounds all wrong. The interviewer has the power to give or withhold that all important job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Not exactly. The interviewer’s job is to fill a vacancy. He wants to hire someone, &lt;i&gt;has &lt;/i&gt;to hire someone, hopes that you’re that someone. The interviewer’s interests, like those of any voluntary audience, are best served if you do well  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Where an interview differs from other performances is that your resume takes the place of your lecture, and we jump right to the Q &amp;amp; A. The questions are just prompts; your answers become the performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;As in any Q &amp;amp; A session, some of the questions may seem obvious, odd, or plain squirrely. As the performer, you have the right to rephrase the question, ask for clarification, take a moment to think about your answer. In other words, turn the question to your advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;In a recent interview, an applicant was asked the usual, “What do you bring to this company?” The usual response, if she had assumed that all the power lay with the interviewer, would have been to regurgitate the job description and how her qualifications fit it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;That’s not what she did. A pie chart was lying on the desk, with a large piece of the pie labeled “Intangible.” The applicant put her finger on that piece and said, “That’s what I bring.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“Wow! That’s the best answer I’ve ever heard.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;She, of course, went on to list some of the intangibles that no job description can cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;(to be continued)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-1427025016984873043?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/1427025016984873043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-interviews-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1427025016984873043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1427025016984873043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-interviews-ii.html' title='JOB INTERVIEWS - II'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-3206780902526651123</id><published>2010-08-06T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T10:18:31.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job interviews'/><title type='text'>JOB INTERVIEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Where to begin? So much going on, so many ideas circling round my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;First, a revised version of my public speaking book, is being published next month by Press53 with the title, &lt;i&gt;Speak Up: The Public Speaking Primer.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;And I’ll be doing a workshop on the book at the Bookmarks Book Festival in Winston-Salem on Sept. 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What comes up first, amidst all these goings on, is Interviewing. One idea from the book that’s been helpful to an interviewee is: “performance is a creative activity.” He says that going into an interview with a creative mindset and understanding that mistakes are a part of any creative process helps put nerves at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;An interview is a performance. The audience may be only one person, but all the aspects of performance apply. The spotlight is on you; the interviewer expects to be entertained (that is, for you to hold his or her attention); in order to do that, you’ll need to fill the room with your energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;An interview is a creative process. No two interviews will ever be the same, even if the interviewer begins with a list of prepared questions and you’ve rehearsed some answers. You’re bringing something new into the process just by being the unique person you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;(to be continued) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-3206780902526651123?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/3206780902526651123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-interviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/3206780902526651123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/3206780902526651123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-interviews.html' title='JOB INTERVIEWS'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-6096208042207832921</id><published>2010-07-28T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:33:49.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>MISTAKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“To err is human,” and all that, but most of us have been punished in one way or another for making mistakes. So, making a mistake in public? In front of a lot of people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don’t know what train of thought last night led me to a memory of a conversation with Temple Painter, the harpsichordist. He said he was always relieved when he made his first mistake in a performance. He said he didn’t have to worry any longer about being perfect. “O.k., done that and survived. Now let’s move on.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Notice that he used the word “first.” That first one was a reminder that he would make more mistakes, and that they weren’t, after all, that big a deal. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-6096208042207832921?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/6096208042207832921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/07/mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/6096208042207832921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/6096208042207832921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/07/mistakes.html' title='MISTAKES'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-4986445962678939791</id><published>2010-07-15T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:55:03.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male voice change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Broken Voices - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I saw the 2d episode of “The Choir” last night. (I said I was a fan.) In which, the conductor was bemoaning the lack of male voices in his adult choir. The camera panned over the hefty female sections and the sparse men’s section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“I sometimes wonder,” he said, “if after their voices break, they lose interest in singing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I wouldn’t be interested in singing if I thought I had a broken voice. (see last week’s blog, “Lost Voices; Broken Voices")   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-4986445962678939791?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/4986445962678939791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/07/broken-voices-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4986445962678939791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4986445962678939791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/07/broken-voices-2.html' title='Broken Voices - 2'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-4612512232339001215</id><published>2010-07-11T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:01:37.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monotone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Monotone: One Tone, No Meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I heard the pastor of Rising Ebenezer Baptist Church speak at an event the other night. He used his voice over a wide pitch range–over an octave, from low to high, in one of his phrases. I commented to someone afterward how his vocal range gave a depth of meaning to what he was saying that might otherwise not be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Vocal range is not given much attention in public speaking training in this country. There may be a statement that it’s an ideal, but no information about how or why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;As I was thinking about the relationship between a varied speaking pitch and meaning, I remembered John, a middle-school teacher who had been sent to me by his principal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;John spoke with a limited pitch range and, when reading aloud, read in a flat monotone. His entire body was somewhat rigid, and he was in danger of losing control of his class because the persona he was using there was rigid and fearful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We found several issues that had inhibited not only his voice, but his entire body. A key discovery was how he had been taught to read. He had carried over into adulthood a focus on one word at a time. “Because it was important that I get each word right,” he said. In the beginning the instruction makes some sense–there’s little loss of meaning when we read “Dick” and “and” and “Jane” as separate words, and we have the picture of Dick and Jane there to help us understand who we’re reading about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;But, after we become more adept at deciphering single words, we read in phrases, our eyes see “Dick and Jane,” then “Dick and Jane ran fast.” The wider our eye focus, the more words our eyes see at one time, the more meaning the words have for us. A word like “past,” for example, can be a noun, as in “the past,” or an adjective, as in “the past mistakes.” John was still reading “the” and “past” and “mistakes” without any meaningful connection between the words, and “mistakes” can become a slight surprise after the mind has settled on “past” as a noun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When I “allowed” him to see more than one word at a time, he found meaning in the words he was reading. Not only did his monotone disappear, but his body and persona loosened, and he discovered that he could use a hitherto repressed sense of humor in the classroom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-4612512232339001215?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/4612512232339001215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/07/monotone-one-tone-no-meaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4612512232339001215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/4612512232339001215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/07/monotone-one-tone-no-meaning.html' title='Monotone: One Tone, No Meaning'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-1983544935732058500</id><published>2010-07-08T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:57:08.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing your voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Lost Voices; Broken Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I saw the first episode of “The Choir” on BBC America last night and loved it. I loved the conductor’s approach to music and to teaching, loved that he congratulated a girl for her courage in singing a solo on a large stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;But I had never heard a maturing boy’s voice referred to as “broken” before. In this country we say that a boy’s voice “changes,” a more accurate description of what goes on in the vocal mechanism during male puberty. The laryngeal cartilage can be broken by a blow to the throat, muscles in the vocal mechanism can tear, but the voice itself cannot be broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Word usage has intense power. When something “breaks,” we either repair it or toss it in the trash. The conductor had trouble finding enough broken male voices for The Choir and had to make do with a few unbroken ones. So I wondered about the effect of that word on English boys entering puberty, and thought that if puberty meant that some part of me was about to break, I might want to delay growing up as long as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;If a public speaker “loses his voice,” he panics and mentally goes in search of it. It isn’t, of course, lost. It’s where it always was and where it will be again. What may have happened is that stress breathing has closed his vocal cords–that’s how stress breathing works, that’s how the body functions during stress. All he needs to do is breathe deeply. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We say we’ve lost our voice when we have laryngitis, when the vocal cords have become inflamed and swollen. Allowing the voice to “rest” is the best cure; but it’s not lost. It’s where it always was if we speak at a lower pitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-1983544935732058500?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/1983544935732058500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-voices-broken-voices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1983544935732058500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1983544935732058500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-voices-broken-voices.html' title='Lost Voices; Broken Voices'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-2402860210329459013</id><published>2010-07-01T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T05:10:48.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>For, To, At, With</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What’s the difference between speaking to an audience, speaking at an audience, speaking with an audience? That question’s been running around in my head for a couple of weeks–how to make the distinction clear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This morning another preposition–for–added itself. Probably not a light bulb big enough to say Eureka!, but big enough to get the question out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Here’s the theory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Public speaking is a communal activity, something one does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;If we change the word “speak” to “do,” and “audience” to “me,” we get . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Doing for me. Implies condescension, makes me think of missionaries. Did I ask you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Doing to me. I have no control over the interaction, and am likely to get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Doing at me. I’m going to put up a shield so I won’t get hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Doing with me. Great.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-2402860210329459013?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/2402860210329459013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-to-at-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/2402860210329459013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/2402860210329459013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-to-at-with.html' title='For, To, At, With'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-8926446560896661891</id><published>2010-06-28T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T06:31:59.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Finding Your Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I’ve been going through an old file looking for blurbs that would work on the public speaking book jacket, and have been struck by the number of former clients who thanked me for “finding my voice.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;That phrase usually has two meanings: that they found their natural speaking voice, and that, having found that voice, they used it to speak up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We learn to speak by imitating our primary caregiver. Not just by imitating the sound, but by adjusting physical musculature in order to produce that sound. My daughter’s kindergarden teacher sent me a note, warning me that something was wrong with the child’s voice–she spoke at too low a pitch. I’m a contralto, my husband was a bass. Yes, she spoke at a low pitch, but not “too” low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Little thought seems to be given to voice training in theatre programs in this country. Spencer Tracy, Humphrey Bogart, Jimmy Stewart–their voices were distinctive and instantly recognizable–but today one actor’s voice sounds pretty much like every other actor’s voice. I said as much to the Dean of a university program. He agreed, but said, “Where do I find the teachers?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-8926446560896661891?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/8926446560896661891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/06/finding-your-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/8926446560896661891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/8926446560896661891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/06/finding-your-voice.html' title='Finding Your Voice'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-5907798036120066904</id><published>2010-06-25T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T08:19:30.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Performance Readiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I’m back. When I write I find that my focus is so internal that I should be wearing a sign–one of those reversible “Open”/”Closed” signs–and I ought not be allowed to drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My focus for the last month has been on the revision of my public speaking book. Which is more or less finished (I’d love to tinker some more, but . . . ), so my mind is more or less “Open” again and I’m back in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I was late starting my monthly column (&lt;a href="http://www.communityartscafe.org"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #0c25a6"&gt;www.communityartscafe.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), didn’t even pick the topic–performance readiness–until yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;And then I got a call this morning from a former student that dropped that subject neatly into my lap. She had sung at a wedding last weekend. I asked her how it went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“Not well,” she said. “Something strange happened in the ceremony and I was so startled that I forgot the words and had to make something up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“I’d written a new song for them, and it wasn’t in my bones yet. I should have rehearsed more.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lack of rehearsal, wasn’t the issue. When she explained what the couple had done, which was so odd that trying to explain it would take an hour, I saw 2 other performance elements at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;First, she couldn’t have possibly been prepared for such a bizarre happenstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Second, she was too emotionally involved in the ceremony. She wasn’t thinking of it as a performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Weddings are like that. Funerals, too. We have to think of them as performances, have to put some emotional distance between ourselves and the event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-5907798036120066904?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/5907798036120066904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/06/performance-readiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/5907798036120066904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/5907798036120066904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/06/performance-readiness.html' title='Performance Readiness'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-9055646806274690841</id><published>2010-05-24T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:43:26.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Surround Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love first-time performance experiences. I had one yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This was a performance of Rumi poetry in which some of the poems used piano and vocals. Both the reader and the singer are my clients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;During one of the poems I heard the word “waiting” coming from behind me. I always sit in the back row so that I can feel the audience response, so I thought someone standing behind me had said “waiting.” I turned around–no one there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I heard it again, turned around again–no one there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then I realized that the words had been said by the singer on stage, even though the sound had seemed to come from behind me. So I checked to see if there were a speaker on the floor or mounted on a wall–there wasn’t one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’ve never encountered that phenomenon before, and am not sure how to explain it. She had been trained not to “project,” so she wasn’t consciously bouncing the sound off the back wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My guess is that she had gotten more deeply into the poetry and the music by that time, and had involved us, the audience, more deeply, so that the words seemed to be “happening” among us rather than recited and sung to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nifty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-9055646806274690841?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/9055646806274690841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/05/surround-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/9055646806274690841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/9055646806274690841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/05/surround-sound.html' title='Surround Sound'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-2233146616154178066</id><published>2010-05-19T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:42:03.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviewing'/><title type='text'>An Interview is a Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #006312"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had an e-mail this morning from a friend whose son, with a brand new MBA, is having trouble with interviews. “He gets anxious, can’t seem to talk, or to get his breath.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #006312"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My daughter had trouble with interviews when she first graduated. She had bought a navy blue suit for the process, had wiped her wet, sweaty hands on her skirt  and discovered, to her horror, that her hands were blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #006312"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The anxiety symptoms may be different, but the antidotes are the same. Here are two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #134fae"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Breathing: The body has 2 modes of breathing; the normal mode, when sleeping, say, and the stress mode. When we're in the stress mode, our breathing is intended to close off the throat in order to give us upper-arm strength. Then we panic, and concentrate on where we feel the constriction - in the chest and throat. This is NORMAL - THE BODY IS GOING TO DO IT DESPITE US. However, we can override that breathing mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #134fae"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At home, lie on your back and observe your breathing - observe, don't try to do anything - feel the abdominal muscles expand and contract. Then sit on a chair, place your elbows on your knees and observe your breathing - feel your back muscles open and contract.  Now sit up in a chair, as you would in an interview. Find a posture in which you can feel both sets of muscles expanding and contracting. Practice this breathing, and your muscles will remember how this feels - you'll be able to move more quickly into this mode eace time you repeat it. Then, before you go into an interview, practice your breathing. If your mind switches into "what am I going to say?" switch it back to breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #134fae"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;Objective: If you focus on the interviewer, rather than on yourself, your anxiety will be reduced. If your objective is to find out whether this job would be a good fit for you, rather than to prove that you will be a good fit for the job, your anxiety will be reduced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-2233146616154178066?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/2233146616154178066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/05/interview-is-performance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/2233146616154178066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/2233146616154178066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/05/interview-is-performance.html' title='An Interview is a Performance'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-1161007904805410070</id><published>2010-05-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:52:25.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I am audience oriented. Performance is audience oriented. If there’s no audience, there’s no performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I used to be focused on technique. I learned the hard way that no one cares that you dance well, or sing well, or that your band has created a new genre, if you’re not communicating with your audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Why don’t conservatories get this? Or business schools and universities, for that matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;  When my first public speaking book came out, I was paired with a communications professor from Rowan University for a radio interview. He told me before we went on the air that Rowan had just established a course in public-speaking as a graduation requirement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“Marvelous,” I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“Where do you think I’m going to find that many adjunct public-speaking professors for $2,000 a semester?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;That was fifteen years ago, so the situation must have improved, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Except that I recently found a blog where professors who had just been told they were to teach a public-speaking course at various institutions of higher learning were asking, “Anybody out there know a good book I could use?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We have a communications industry that contributes over half a trillion dollars a year to the U.S. economy. Universities have recognized that preparing their students to communicate might be a good idea. But those same institutions are not regarding public speaking as a discipline; they’re assigning professors from other disciplines to teach that “necessary” public- speaking course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;About a third of the answers on that blog, presumably written by public-speaking teachers, were variations of, “You don’t need a book; they just need to practice.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Excuse me? Practice what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;A piano teacher doesn’t say, “This is a piano, kid. Now sit down and practice.” A football coach doesn’t introduce his team to each other, and then tell them to go on the field and practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 45.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-1161007904805410070?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/1161007904805410070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-do-you-get-to-carnegie-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1161007904805410070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/1161007904805410070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-do-you-get-to-carnegie-hall.html' title='How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-6648637959901244940</id><published>2010-05-14T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:16:41.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When I write my monthly column for Community Arts Cafe, I try to be positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;–writing about what works in front of an audience, rather than what doesn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;But it occurred to me this morning that perhaps I could be as negative as I feel when blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;So, I get irritated when performers say, “Thank you,” as soon as they’ve finished a song or a speech, before the applause begins. What are you thanking us for? For listening to “poor little you?” Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Applause is the traditional way for an audience to say, “Thank you.” They get to say it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Then you get to bow, or applaud back, or say, “Thank you” back. Not before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-6648637959901244940?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/6648637959901244940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-yous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/6648637959901244940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/6648637959901244940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-yous.html' title='Thank You&apos;s'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-8327206189632054865</id><published>2010-04-29T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:38:05.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage fright'/><title type='text'>The View from the Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stage fright is reduced a great deal when public speakers learn that their audience is not the adversary. That the performer’s responsibility is to take care of and nurture the audience. And that an audience is most comfortable when it’s treated as a unit, rather than as an assembly of individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why had it never occurred to me to say, as I did to a client on Friday, that focusing physically and mentally on the entire audience is more comfortable for the public speaker as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you’re communicating with an audience as an entity, the actions of individuals become incidental, not distractions. The man in the front row who falls asleep, the man twelve rows back who is looking frantically through his program as though he’s wandered into the auditorium by mistake, a crying child, four young women on the left who are literally bent double laughing and the man on the right who’s not laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All these become merely a part of the larger landscape. As if one is standing on a mountain and notices smoke rising from a chimney in the valley below, the shadow pattern on the next mountain, and the movement of the clouds above. Each of these form a part of the view from the mountain; no single of them need distract one from the panorama.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-8327206189632054865?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/8327206189632054865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/view-from-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/8327206189632054865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/8327206189632054865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/view-from-mountain.html' title='The View from the Mountain'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-3470979455881090710</id><published>2010-04-28T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:29:53.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Researching the Audience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I’ve been writing about the differences between a voluntary and an involuntary audience, and about researching one’s audience for my forthcoming book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Speak Up: The Public Speaking Primer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Which reminded me of the first docent training I did after I moved to Winston-Salem. I had trained museum docents. I had trained the guides for French-speaking tourists of Philadelphia. All I had to do for this assignment was fit my usual training into the allotted time, revise my hand-out slightly, and I was done. Except that I began to hear mumblings from a docent or two that I met–“We’ve been doing this for years, why do we need training?”– and to see raised eyebrows and rolling eyes that said, “Lot’s of luck, you poor fool, you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whoops! The person who hired me thought the docents needed training; the docents were darn sure they didn’t, and already resentful of anyone (including me) who thought they did. So I changed course–no apparent training, I would entertain them with an over-the-top improv skit demonstrating what could go horribly wrong in a docent’s day. The first time in thirty-four years of teaching that I’d ever tried this approach, but it worked. The audience’s former resentment became irrelevant, some learning occurred, and everyone had a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So audience research isn’t necessarily about digging deep, but more about keeping one’s antenna up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-3470979455881090710?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/3470979455881090710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/researching-audience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/3470979455881090710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/3470979455881090710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/researching-audience.html' title='Researching the Audience'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-7987874406827482230</id><published>2010-04-26T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:36:57.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><title type='text'>Look Me in the Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How did “Look your audience members in the eyes” come to be a public-speaking maxim? If you’re visiting Manhattan for the first time, you’ll be warned never to make eye contact with other subway riders. People on trial for assaulting a stranger describe a sense of terror “because he looked at me.” If a public speaker makes direct eye contact with an audience member, that person feels uncomfortable and everyone else feels excluded and resentful. An attorney who wants to intimidate an unwilling witness will look her directly in the eye. So why would novice public speakers, who want to develop rapport with their audiences, be taught to use a device that frightens, intimidates, or alienates them? Tis a mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-7987874406827482230?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/7987874406827482230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-me-in-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7987874406827482230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7987874406827482230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-me-in-eye.html' title='Look Me in the Eye'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-3292398466460296510</id><published>2010-04-23T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:46:08.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Definition of Stage Fright</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oxford Universal Dictionary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;defines stage fright as “extreme nervousness experienced by an actor on the stage, esp. on his first appearance.” Performance anxiety, the clinical label for stage fright, expands the definition to include any situation in which we are exhibiting ourselves to or entertaining an audience. Both terms limit our understanding of an anxiety that is so common that we accept its milder manifestations in our everyday, nonstage life as normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A first date, a job interview, a business meeting–t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he intensity of the symptoms may vary, but all of us feel some amount of anxiety whenever we present ourselves to people by whom we expect to be judged. When we are “stage frightened” we are assuming that an uneven distribution of power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 11.0px Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;exists–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it’s us against them, and they’ve got all the power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 11.0px Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When we are “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;performance anxious” we are anticipating rejection, failure, and consequent humiliation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-3292398466460296510?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/3292398466460296510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/definition-of-stage-fright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/3292398466460296510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/3292398466460296510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/definition-of-stage-fright.html' title='The Definition of Stage Fright'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-7347830775593409470</id><published>2010-04-22T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T07:41:49.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Stage Fright (cont.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I quoted from my book yesterday I was thinking of a singer/songwriter who had been a back-up singer. I had scheduled her to perform her own music as lead singer with a band for the first time. At her last lesson before the Showcase, she cried about the mess she had made of her life, about her boyfriend, her landlord. I was all motherly compassion until I figured out that the tears had nothing to do with her boyfriend and her landlord; she was in that creative stage fright depression. Aha! Breakthrough time. And she did. She was so terrific that the act that I had scheduled to follow her didn't want to go on. (They did. A little competition isn't a bad thing.)     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-7347830775593409470?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/7347830775593409470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/creative-stage-fright-cont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7347830775593409470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7347830775593409470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/creative-stage-fright-cont.html' title='Creative Stage Fright (cont.)'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-9112833708188480751</id><published>2010-04-21T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T06:21:09.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Stage Fright</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is a quote from my &lt;i&gt;Speak Up: The Public Speaking Primer&lt;/i&gt; that will be published this fall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Performance is a creative activity. When we perform, we are creating something that has never happened before in exactly the same way. Even if we have given the same speech many times, the audience will be different each time. Because each performance is new, there is no way to foresee every detail that could affect it negatively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During any creative process we are likely to encounter a different type of anxiety that may be a normal, perhaps even a necessary aspect of creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Partway into the process, usually after we’ve made some progress toward our goal, we hit a spot where nothing goes right. We reread what we’ve written and find it horrible, or we have a rehearsal or practice session filled with disasters, and we go into a funk: “What I’ve written is trash.” “I can’t sing.” Why did I ever think I could act/practice law/market this product?” If we have the pressure of a deadline to meet, we add several despairing, panic-filled thoughts: “I’ll quit my job tomorrow,” “I’ll run away,” or worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Painful as it is, this type of anxiety-ridden depression is often the turning point in the creative process. I believe that the courage to work through this type of anxiety is the defining characteristic of the successful creator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anxiety is a natural part of the creative process because we are creating something new, something that’s never been said or written or interpreted quite this way before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If we are truly creating something that is new, something that we’ve not previously known, experienced, invented, or understood, we literally won’t know what we’re creating until we’ve created it. We had to start from an old or known perspective; there’s no other possible starting place. The reason you hate what you’ve written or how you interpreted that song is that during your work on the project you lost your old, familiar perspective and are now in new, uncharted territory. You’ve crossed the boundary from old to new, and in doing so you’ve changed and the original goal must now be changed. Anxiety floods in when you recognize at some level of consciousness that what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;doing is completely different from what you had thought you were doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-9112833708188480751?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/9112833708188480751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/creative-stage-fright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/9112833708188480751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/9112833708188480751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/creative-stage-fright.html' title='Creative Stage Fright'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-9209316811420499804</id><published>2010-04-20T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:58:48.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convincing Despite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wrote the first draft of my monthly column for Community Arts Cafe this morning (www.communityartscafe.com). My subject was an analysis of Dan Barber's TED talk about sustainable food production. I'd studied that video off an on for a month, loving every minute I spent with it. I hadn't realized until I'd finished the draft that I hated the subject. I grew up on a farm and hated it. I hated the slaughtered carcasses that had been hung on a tree in the back yard to bleed out and age. I hated the stupid baby chicks that would rather cluster under the rainspout and drown during a storm than go inside the dry coop. But the power of a public speaker can be so mesmerizing, so convincing that I never tire of watching and listening to Dan Barber talk about a subject that I hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-9209316811420499804?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/9209316811420499804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/convincing-despite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/9209316811420499804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/9209316811420499804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/convincing-despite.html' title='Convincing Despite'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-9067862208619621639</id><published>2010-04-19T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:06:16.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Through Stagefright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Stage fright, or any kind of stress, changes our breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The body breathes in two different ways. We breathe deeply, all the way down to the pelvis, when we're asleep and when we're not stressed. But when we're stressed or anxious, we breathe shallowly, with increased blood pressure and heart rate, sweaty palms, dry mouth–begin to sound familiar? Like stage fright? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Stress breathing happens automatically when we're anxious. But it's an autonomic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 11.0px 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;function&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;–that is, one that we can change if we want to. We can learn to override the function and reduce nervous system activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-9067862208619621639?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/9067862208619621639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/breathing-through-stagefright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/9067862208619621639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/9067862208619621639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/breathing-through-stagefright.html' title='Breathing Through Stagefright'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-3209050054515825710</id><published>2010-04-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:57:08.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I've been thinking about the need for branding since last Friday, when I saw a band that didn't know who they were.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;It looked like a girl band, but why the gray-haired guy with shades on guitar? The girls' bustier costumes and headbands were sort of Janis Joplin lite, but they didn't write or play hard rock. The girl on fiddle promised country, or new age, or something other than what I was hearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I spent the half hour before I left, trying to figure out who they were, rather than listening to their music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Anyone who appears before the public needs to know how they want that public to perceived them. Beginning with the "costume"–walking out in a tux sends a different message from walking out in vintage Converse hightops; walking out in both tells the audience something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-3209050054515825710?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/3209050054515825710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-thinking-about-need-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/3209050054515825710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/3209050054515825710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-thinking-about-need-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111745037372691678.post-7472657054196145969</id><published>2010-04-17T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:31:07.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone is born with fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The Stage Fright Whisperer," that's what Pat Barber called me this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have never considered myself to be a whisperer, but Pat may be right. I do know how to talk to Stage Fright, and how to teach people to manage it so it doesn't create all kinds of havoc–making them think they're going to faint or vomit, sending tremors through their hands and legs, choking off their voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The tips and suggestions for getting rid of stage fright that I've read on line and elsewhere are less than useful. We can't get rid of stage fright. We can learn to understand the how and why of it. We can learn to avoid its most disabilitating symptoms. But we can't get rid of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And if we think we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to be able to eliminate our performance anxiety (the clinical name for stage fright), that there's something wrong with us if we can't, we make matters worse. We set ourselves up for failure, give ourselves more proof that we ought never to speak or perform in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The day that we don't feel some anxiety before we walk on stage, or stand in front of a mike, is the day we ought to think about retiring. We can't give a decent performance or presentation without it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 36.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one is born for a life on the stage or behind a podium. Everyone is born with fear and anxiety mechanisms built in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111745037372691678-7472657054196145969?l=thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/7472657054196145969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyone-is-born-with-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7472657054196145969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111745037372691678/posts/default/7472657054196145969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestagefrightwhisperer.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyone-is-born-with-fear.html' title='everyone is born with fear'/><author><name>Carol Roan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14181390358094269508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xS_Yt23LLjA/S8pUhi5Cf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gye-6qGodic/S220/s42645ca109577_14_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
