Coming back after a week of no rehearsal (note that I don't say 'a week off', as everyone agreed that they had Looked At Their Music Very Hard last Wednesday evening) is always a bit of a struggle, so Claire2 jollied us up a bit, jiggling and slapping ourselves just enough to induce Jenny hysterics. Master Oliver then made us sing some rather fast little bits and pieces to get us in the mood, after which he took his life - and his sanity - into his hands, announcing that we would learn a new piece aurally and that we had just been singing the beginning of it.
This will be our
I am told we will not end up with it as fast, and that we will be more 'together' that this bunch.
We got through the first half of this with a little work, and then settled in to see if we could remember Cloudburst. Which we could, mostly. But a lot of it seems much harder when you've previously thought you had perfected it only to forget...
And that was pretty much that! Suddenly it's 930 and Anne talks while John brews. We're now on track for the concert in the Reid Hall, which will be FREE with a collection for charity (more details soon, promise!), followed by the trip to York to see Soon Amore. Deep (quiet) breath, boys and girls!
In other news, a couple of people came along to the Portrait Gallery concert with their cameras (we shan't mention the third one who was refused entry ostensibly because of his camera gear, in spite of the organiser having OK-ed this) and one kindly passed the fruits of his labour to us. It's so dark in there he deserves a medal for getting anything, never mind such nice shots of us in action.
And with that I shall bid y'all a sweet adieu. Hopefully someone more coherent will be with you again next week.
Chris
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