Saturday, 16 March 2013
How can I keep from singing
Today is my birthday. Not something to shout about, since, if we still breath they tend to happen, but as the weather is doing its usual "Hi Ray, this is what we think of you" stuff, with gales and pouring rain. I have time on my hands. Never a good thing for me.
I have a shopping list and guess what, on Monday I will still have that list. Not for me the brave forays into the eye of the storm.
Last evening was choir practice evening, and I got wet going there and again coming home so there is no temptation to repeat the experiment.
We sang our way through a massive amount of music - in the lead-up to Easter we double the amount we have to learn - and we sang much of it really rather well. The bats came out to do their 'fly-past', always a sign that we are making a nice noise.
Some of the choir are getting involved in music for the Methodist church around the corner in addition to our own hefty programme. While I admire their energy, I do rather question the wisdom of too much rehearsal.
In my own experience I find that usually one or other of the enterprises will suffer.
However, not my call, so enough of that.
Our lovely and extremely highly qualified singer, voice coach, conductor/musical director has chosen some really rather lovely stuff for us to perform (if that is the right word), and while it is often difficult to learn, it pays dividends in the final performance.
We have the Bishop coming to do the usual Easter Saturday confirmations and baptisms and he will I think, be suitably impressed by the difference in the quality of the sound we now produce. At least, I hope so.
On a personal level, I find the vast increase in my confidence now that I am an established member of the choir has huge benefits to all everyday things, as well as physical benefits.
Though I am even more inclined to avoid mirrors, this new better balanced, confident person is (at least on the inside) a welcome improvement.
Singing is wonderful. If you've never tried it do so, it is never to late.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 10:17:00 am