Just a high-strung angsty youth! Sometimes I yelled hard enough that I’d spray a fine mist of blood from my mouth. (I know, charming, isn’t it! Sounds like a fun person to chill with.)
Well, yes, I am not a rock vocalist but I can relate. Yet another dummy who in their 40s wishes they had the sense to have taken better care of themselves.
I have learned over the years to project my voice without injury, although it takes a lot of warming up for me to do so. Sometimes the fry is hardly noticeable, but other times I think I sound like a torn speaker cone.
