You’ve got a good voice there, potentially.” He patted his chest. “Let it come from here.” He pounded his fist below his diaphragm. “Breathe from here. Think of your breath as a river. Let it just flow, flow. The whole trick’s in the breathing. Just relax, you see, drop those shoulders back. You breathe from here”—he stabbed at himself—“you can go on for hours.”
