Whoo-hoo! I managed to do so. Just the tiniest voice and a little unpleasantly on the rodent-y side to be honest but so much better than nothing and maybe I’ll be able to sing properly by December 11th after all. Please keep fingers and toes crossed. And eyes, to be on the safe side. Ta.
So, what did we do? I cannot for the life of me remember what order we did things in so let’s just pretend I know what I’m talking about, shall we? and not be too precious about accuracy. Highly over-rated it is, in almost every circumstance.
Started off with a look at Ther is No Rose (spelling correct before you start getting all sniffy – it is an OLD song and they just wrote things as they wanted, much as do the youth of today). This little number does not involve the sopranos so they were sent away to look at other things while the rest of us tried out the first verse all together many, many times, mostly so we could get the pronunciation of ‘swych’ (such) right – ‘ch’ as in ‘loch’ not as in chocolate or chlorine - but also because we all have to sing it. Eventually this will be performed in sort of double trios – that’ll be six people at a time then - and I am doing two verses with Jenny which is just as well because she can sing loud enough for both of us (and several other people too) if my voice decides to return to its hiding place. There is a long phrase at the end of each verse which we are supposed to do in one breath.
Nuff said.
That was earlier – I have returned to work clutching a hot-water bottle, believe it or not. I know you will be delighted to hear that they are starting work on my new heating system on Tuesday (hoorah!) so, pretty soon – all being well – I will have no need to moan and whimper about the cold anymore. That will jolly things up quite considerably, won’t it?
Hmmm... now what shall I claim we did next? Let’s say it was O Morgenstern which I didn’t even try to sing. I did attempt a sort of hum but that was a disaster so I gave up. I was delighted when Heather and Marie-Claire, both new and far too good at sight-reading, got it wrong but there was little I could do to help (darn it) because I couldn’t have got the notes out if I tried. I was able to give them a little advice once the BW had pointed out their initial mistake (oh so tactfully – he really is a wonder) which I enjoyed immensely. Having said all this, I should point out that this is a piece of music in which the sopranos and tenors sing in a completely different key to the altos and basses so getting a note or two (and it was only a note or two) wrong is hardly anything to be ashamed of. My momentary sense of superiority was, therefore, really quite unfounded and I am the one who should be feeling ashamed (only, I don’t) but one has to take what one can get and do it as often as possible, too.
We move onto the octet in In Dulci Jubilo when eight of us (yes, really) went off to practise by ourselves (with The Boy Wonder, of course) leaving the others to look at Rocking (I think). The octet is now coming together quite nicely – we have new people singing some of the parts and, as usual, they are great – and, no, I am NOT pulling faces as I type. Changes always seem a little strange to begin with (we have sung this bit with the same eight voices for about four years now) but I think the present line-up is beginning to sound well blended. It will be better once I am at full capacity. Or maybe not. Perhaps I’ll throw everything off-kilter. Yikes – what a notion!
Work was done on Jajang, Jajang which I am beginning to understand. It is still a little hairy in places but does sound remarkably good from time to time!
Rocking is coming along too and will be lovely, I think. The tenors are struggling here and there (and everywhere?) but they’ll get it in the end; they usually do. Chris, rather poignantly, begged for help at one point claiming they were ‘lost and broken’ – aaah! – but I think – judging by my notes – that there was only a small problem with tuning: “...it is more of a flat b than a b flat” says Ol. Well it can happen to anyone. The altos and sops are good at this song. We are swots, according to Our Leader. Well, hell yes! Sure we are. Singing disconnected sharps and flats and naturals which have no noticeable relationship to one another – Good Lord, we do it all the time.
Trees of the Field – tricky. Dour, according to Kay. Getting there.
That was it. Was that it? Possibly.
Jenny was particularly giggly this week. Anything at all set her off. Kay dropping all her music (and doesn’t sheet music just scatter beautifully) just as we were about to start trilling something or other; this is a fine practice in rehearsal but not to be recommended in the middle of a concert as Helen (gone away but back for Christmas, I believe) could tell you... mention of vibrating, battery-powered toys (well, who can blame her?) when all Behm wanted was the whizzy hole-punching thingummyjig)... Heather using her head as a pencil-case (she looked a bit like a porcupine. Between her and Mr Scott the real pencil-case was almost empty, Chris having spent some time ‘putting pencils in’ Robin. Why? Well who knows? When? In the middle of a song, of course. Where? I dread to think)... your blogetteer nearly tumbling off her stool (Heather caught me just in time, there was only half a buttock left in contact; just what caused the slippage I am unable to say, it happened all of a sudden and quite without reason)... Sebastian sleeping peacefully in his too-comfy seat between tunes (he’s just back from several weeks in Japan and still adjusting; when singing he went at it full throttle but in between he snored – musically, of course). Jen admitted to having partaken of some Bailey’s prior to rehearsal. Shocking behaviour, I suggested. “Well, it was a while ago – at half past five”, she tells me. That is well before drinkies-time if you ask me. And if the effects of a small glass of alcoholic beverage last that long and cause that sort of mischievous result then, for heaven’s sake KEEP THE WOMAN AWAY FROM THE BAR AND THE BOTTLE – please!
My mobility telephone is beeping and one of the smoke alarms is joining it in an effort to inform me that its battery has run down so I’d better go see.
‘Til next time. xxx
Monday 29 November 2010
Saturday 20 November 2010
Listen and Learn...
... is what I’d told myself I’d do but this is only possible if one is present when new songs are being practised which, on Wednesday, I wasn’t. Why not? Well, simply because I forgot we were rehearsing at Priestfield Church this week rather than in Morningside so I was rather late – doh! Add to this that, once I arrived, there were no spare copies for me to peruse while the others were singing and you will see that my chances of getting acquainted with whatever it’s called were slim indeed.
You will gather from this introduction that I am still unable to join the merry chorus. My voice has returned though it remains somewhat temperamental and liable to disappear into a sulk if overused (three sentences and it’s getting grumpy; four, and it’s stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door) but singing is out of the question at present, a gentle hum in the shower being all that I can manage and that a little unsteadily. I am hoping that by resting it sufficiently well (if only idle chatter and raucous laughter were not quite so attractive) I will be ready to take my place at our Christmas concerts. There may be a song or two for which I have to sit out but I can’t begin to imagine missing out altogether.
So – again it was rather lovely (most of the time) to sit and listen. The new song, name of which, tune of which I have no idea, sounds great and newbie Harriet does a beautiful solo at the beginning. I don’t think it sounds all that difficult to learn but – famous last words and all that, it’s probably a stinker.
The church was chilly – of course – but thanks to the kind ministrations of Chris who enveloped me in his jacket and then his scarf (I already had two on so no one can say that my throat was neglected) and then his gloves, I did not freeze completely solid. The singers were probably not much better off, though expending energy in thought and action no doubt warmed them a little. I took to mouthing the words of the songs in an effort to generate a little more bodily heat but, really, it’s not much of a solution to numbing toes and goose-pimpled knees so don’t rely on this tactic if you find yourself lost in Arctic wastes at any point in the future. My charging up and down the aisles and waving my arms about may have proved a tad too distracting for the choir, who were working very hard, so I felt obliged to sit still but I do think energetic movement is probably the answer when the ice is setting in.
The Christmas programme is coming together nicely. And for those of you who live nearby and don’t sing with the choir, get your Rosslyn Chapel tickets soon as they are going fast. And if you are planning to attend bring blankets and hot-water bottles because my! is it cold. But so worth it.
This is a very feeble effort, I know but I don’t have much to say for myself this week (ha!) and with a bit of luck both my actual and my cyber voices will be in better shape next time.
Off out to dinner now. Yum.
You will gather from this introduction that I am still unable to join the merry chorus. My voice has returned though it remains somewhat temperamental and liable to disappear into a sulk if overused (three sentences and it’s getting grumpy; four, and it’s stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door) but singing is out of the question at present, a gentle hum in the shower being all that I can manage and that a little unsteadily. I am hoping that by resting it sufficiently well (if only idle chatter and raucous laughter were not quite so attractive) I will be ready to take my place at our Christmas concerts. There may be a song or two for which I have to sit out but I can’t begin to imagine missing out altogether.
So – again it was rather lovely (most of the time) to sit and listen. The new song, name of which, tune of which I have no idea, sounds great and newbie Harriet does a beautiful solo at the beginning. I don’t think it sounds all that difficult to learn but – famous last words and all that, it’s probably a stinker.
The church was chilly – of course – but thanks to the kind ministrations of Chris who enveloped me in his jacket and then his scarf (I already had two on so no one can say that my throat was neglected) and then his gloves, I did not freeze completely solid. The singers were probably not much better off, though expending energy in thought and action no doubt warmed them a little. I took to mouthing the words of the songs in an effort to generate a little more bodily heat but, really, it’s not much of a solution to numbing toes and goose-pimpled knees so don’t rely on this tactic if you find yourself lost in Arctic wastes at any point in the future. My charging up and down the aisles and waving my arms about may have proved a tad too distracting for the choir, who were working very hard, so I felt obliged to sit still but I do think energetic movement is probably the answer when the ice is setting in.
The Christmas programme is coming together nicely. And for those of you who live nearby and don’t sing with the choir, get your Rosslyn Chapel tickets soon as they are going fast. And if you are planning to attend bring blankets and hot-water bottles because my! is it cold. But so worth it.
This is a very feeble effort, I know but I don’t have much to say for myself this week (ha!) and with a bit of luck both my actual and my cyber voices will be in better shape next time.
Off out to dinner now. Yum.
Friday 12 November 2010
Stoic no more [addendum]
Oh dear, yes – or, indeed, no. Have to relinquish hard-earned title as I didn’t manage to get to choir this week. Shame on me. But this cold-in-the-nose-in-the-head-in-the-throat is hanging on in a quite unprecedented and unnecessary fashion and it was SO chilly on Wednesday (having said that, anywhere – even outside in a blizzard, would have been warmer than it is at home) and I was feeling tired, tired, tired so I huddled in front of the open oven door with heat on full belt (yes, really!) and felt guilty for staying away but oh, so cosy as long as I kept myself cooking.
Anne, bless her, sent round some pretty comprehensive notes so I have some idea of what went on and I thought I’d keep you (lot?!) informed as far as possible because, after all, Chris did point out to me not so very long ago that Claire(1) was very much better at blogging than I am and continued to do so whether she attended rehearsal or not. And I realise that Chris has already blogged but it's done now so here it is.
Mostly the notes seem to be concerned with pronunciation of one sort or another. The odious English version of The Swallow and the Bells has, at last, been replaced with the promised Ukranian but this, of course means learning to sing in Ukranian. I tried to print out the notes so that I could sit somewhere in comfort with them and partake of a nap or two when it all got too much but for some reason my (new) printer won’t do as it’s told and so I have visions of poor, freezing little me sitting here trying to make sense of a computer screen pronunciation lesson and failing dismally. If I fall asleep here I shall next fall off my chair and bash my head against the wall or the bottom step of the stair, (that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is a poem) and this is not a happy prospect, is it?
Not only must I try to get a hold of Ukranian but we have another new song to learn and this one is in Swedish. Ditto the extensive ‘phonetics’ and the sorry prospect of unconsciousness. I learned proper phonetics at drama college (to help with accents, doncha know) and I was very good at it indeed – 99% in the last exam I took which is why I gave it up and didn’t attempt to get a qualification in the subject, foolish youth – but I have forgotten it all now (and no doubt would have done so even with the certificate) so the poor old brain has no resource to call upon anymore and it can take quite some time to get a handle on these foreign ditties, I’m afraid. Not good if the only place available in which to try to do so is this sub-zero troglodyte dell where I sit at present.
Ollie, the dear boy, has offered to hold extra practices on Monday evenings and even on Tuesdays for those who can’t ‘do’ Mondays so that those of us who have missed out, or who are new to the choir and trying to learn old repertoire, have a chance to catch up. I think I’ll need to be there Mondays and Tuesdays every week until the concerts if I am to make significant inroads into my ignorance.
Anne has sent out two appeals recently (demanding or what??); one, that a group of us takes some time to go and sing at the Christmas party held for pensioner members of Contact the Elderly, a charity with which she has been involved for some time; and two, that as many people as possible lend thermos flasks – 1 litre capacity at least - for the transportation of the mulled apple punch (or ‘cup’ as there will be no alcohol and therefore no fisticuffs) to be served at the Rosslyn Chapel concert. I am able (I think I will be by then, anyway) and willing to warble merrily at the Christmas party and equally willing but less able to offer help with regard to supply of thermos flasks which, considering that the whole hot apple cup beverage notion was one of my own (finest) is a little embarrassing. However, if I see any likely looking receptacle lying around in the kitchens of my friends or reclining sad and desperate-looking in the local charity shops I shall lay hold of said article (handing over some small financial compensation in the latter case, of course) and proffer it for use.
OK. Enough. Can no longer feel my fingers or toes. Brain solidifying alarmingly. Take back title of stoic. No one else would suffer so for their art when there are (probably) so few people out there who appreciate the effort. Thank you, those of you who do.
Kisses (though rather cold and possibly still infectious ones).
Anne, bless her, sent round some pretty comprehensive notes so I have some idea of what went on and I thought I’d keep you (lot?!) informed as far as possible because, after all, Chris did point out to me not so very long ago that Claire(1) was very much better at blogging than I am and continued to do so whether she attended rehearsal or not. And I realise that Chris has already blogged but it's done now so here it is.
Mostly the notes seem to be concerned with pronunciation of one sort or another. The odious English version of The Swallow and the Bells has, at last, been replaced with the promised Ukranian but this, of course means learning to sing in Ukranian. I tried to print out the notes so that I could sit somewhere in comfort with them and partake of a nap or two when it all got too much but for some reason my (new) printer won’t do as it’s told and so I have visions of poor, freezing little me sitting here trying to make sense of a computer screen pronunciation lesson and failing dismally. If I fall asleep here I shall next fall off my chair and bash my head against the wall or the bottom step of the stair, (that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is a poem) and this is not a happy prospect, is it?
Not only must I try to get a hold of Ukranian but we have another new song to learn and this one is in Swedish. Ditto the extensive ‘phonetics’ and the sorry prospect of unconsciousness. I learned proper phonetics at drama college (to help with accents, doncha know) and I was very good at it indeed – 99% in the last exam I took which is why I gave it up and didn’t attempt to get a qualification in the subject, foolish youth – but I have forgotten it all now (and no doubt would have done so even with the certificate) so the poor old brain has no resource to call upon anymore and it can take quite some time to get a handle on these foreign ditties, I’m afraid. Not good if the only place available in which to try to do so is this sub-zero troglodyte dell where I sit at present.
Ollie, the dear boy, has offered to hold extra practices on Monday evenings and even on Tuesdays for those who can’t ‘do’ Mondays so that those of us who have missed out, or who are new to the choir and trying to learn old repertoire, have a chance to catch up. I think I’ll need to be there Mondays and Tuesdays every week until the concerts if I am to make significant inroads into my ignorance.
Anne has sent out two appeals recently (demanding or what??); one, that a group of us takes some time to go and sing at the Christmas party held for pensioner members of Contact the Elderly, a charity with which she has been involved for some time; and two, that as many people as possible lend thermos flasks – 1 litre capacity at least - for the transportation of the mulled apple punch (or ‘cup’ as there will be no alcohol and therefore no fisticuffs) to be served at the Rosslyn Chapel concert. I am able (I think I will be by then, anyway) and willing to warble merrily at the Christmas party and equally willing but less able to offer help with regard to supply of thermos flasks which, considering that the whole hot apple cup beverage notion was one of my own (finest) is a little embarrassing. However, if I see any likely looking receptacle lying around in the kitchens of my friends or reclining sad and desperate-looking in the local charity shops I shall lay hold of said article (handing over some small financial compensation in the latter case, of course) and proffer it for use.
OK. Enough. Can no longer feel my fingers or toes. Brain solidifying alarmingly. Take back title of stoic. No one else would suffer so for their art when there are (probably) so few people out there who appreciate the effort. Thank you, those of you who do.
Kisses (though rather cold and possibly still infectious ones).
Thursday 11 November 2010
What blogger?
There was much excitement at Anna-Lauren's return after an emergency trip home to the States. Hugging and stuff. Although she was still a bit jetlagged so only stayed for half the rehearsal.
After Anne's initial concern that she might be the only Alto in attendance (the question was, could she sing enough for four? (yes, she bloody well could!)), Heather and Jenny came to support, so at least we weren't painfully low on numbers. Behm, having made friends with the cats, was relieved of his feline lapwarmers and we had a bit of a sing...
The new African Piece, Nyathii Onyuol, is coming along nicely. We tried not to shout, but it's always tempting to take the enthusiam in African music too far. Jenny also got a little hysterically distracted by the line which sounds like 'manwanky'. Ollie produced an amended version of The Swallow and the Bells (aka Carol of the Bells, only with a more faithful - but still frightfully twee - translation of the lyrics) with the Ukranian words sandwiched in: Shchedryk, as it is now, and a less exciting but simpler and more coherent version than we had tried a few years ago. Always nice to see the newbies' stupefied faces when confronted with such an array of languages :D
Speaking of which, we have some Swedish stuff! Nu tändas tusen luleljus, sent direct from Sweden in a bundle of 'beautiful' Christmassey and seasonal songs. Anne will be playing harp for this (she was informed) and Harriet will be giving us a lovely solo at the beginning. And maybe at the end. Actually we might just send the pair of them on and go for a cuppa. It's something to do with light apparently and other than some very suprising accidentals in the Soprano line it sounded wonderfully Swedish and wintry.
Remember the Lamb? Apparently we'll be doing that again, along with a new piece by John Tavener, Rocking. You may know this as a Christmas song kiddies often sing with painful emphases, "We will rock you ROCK you ROCK you," etc. and will be pleasantly surprised by this version which is more of a succession of very unusual, exciting but ultimately wonderful chords in that Tavener/Pärt/Tormis vein. The ladies had tried this before but the boys were Rocking virgins so it's particularly impressive that we managed to make it sound recognisably musical.
And the Korean lullaby, Jajang, Jajang, Aghi Jesu which elicited a "That was RUBBISH!" from Kay at a certain entry (it was the Basses) and led our esteemed leader to remark more than one that it wasn't a very easy piece. what was meant to be a "Once through without stopping whatever happens" descended into 20minutes of note- and Tenor-bashing. I'm sure it'll come together. Probably. These things usually do. [runs off to practice furiously]
Anne then asked us for large thermos flasks and warned that Rosslyn tickets are going fast (if you wanna come, better get in touch soon!) and John tried to get some information from Ollie about the imminent CD - which should be available to download or buy at concerts any month now - before people drifted away into the miserable night.
Hopefully you'll have your Claire back next week.
C
Monday 8 November 2010
Blogetteer = Stoic!
Yes, truly. I am a paragon.
Or something.
Absolutely no voice whatsoever – you may think I mean I was croaking but, oh no I don’t; croaking would have been quite an advance on my vocal capabilities – still would, to be honest – ‘no voice’ means not even a squeak and yet I went to choir rehearsal this week in order to listen and learn and to pick up any exciting tit-bits of gossip or chat for you, my dear and faithful blog-follower/s.
Was this a waste of time? Quite possibly, yes. I did listen. I did learn (though no doubt I’ve forgotten everything by now) and I did keep my ears open for anecdotal diamonds but – suffice to say it was a quiet week. Once again Kay managed to be Kay and cause much amusement – particularly to herself and Jenny – but all the rest seemed to be work.
So it’s conceivable that I went along only to spread around my lurgi – whatever it may be – and that next week everyone else will be voiceless and I’ll be yodelling away on my own (only, my husband informs me that everyone he knows who has had this has been affected for at least two weeks so, if that is the case and I have indeed infected the others, Rudsambee rehearsals may be somewhat disrupted for the foreseeable future which does not bode well for Christmas - oops!). I have to say that, having been without the power of speech since last Saturday night, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t infectious by Wednesday or I wouldn’t have gone so let’s all cross our fingers and hope that I was right. And if I was wrong let’s all cross our fingers and hope that the constitutions of Rudsambee members are such as to render the germs impotent.
Anyway – what did the others do this week while I sat and listened? I have to say here that some of it sounded lovely. It is very impressive what 17 or so voices can do in terms of sound – even if Ollie had to ask them to try not to shout. It was very tuneful shouting.
Veni, Veni, Emmanuel – reprise from last year. Must remember to sing eh-mahn-oo-el rather then ee-man-yew-el. There’s a bit of hopping about between parts as the tenor line gets rather high and so the manly women have to take over.
Another go at Apple Tree Wassail. Got the stamping right – those who know there should be stamping but the newbies haven’t been told about this yet. I hope they’ve realised by now or they must be wondering what’s going on when the olduns start jigging about – so far rather unenthusiastically, it has to be said. No clapping introduced as yet – either everyone has forgotten or the feeble stamping is all they can manage for now. Daresay it’ll all be in place (quite probably the wrong place) by the time concert season is upon us.
The joy of Deck the Hall, again a reprise from last year, but there is every indication after Wednesday that – all being well on the laryngeal front - I will be able to sing it properly this year and without look of abject terror when we get to the ‘swing’-y bit. Worked closely on this problematic little section and I begin to see the light. Was delighted to notice that new and very competent members seemed rather concerned about this PLS, too. Excellent. Shall feel less like a total eejit in future.
More work on the new African song; still mighty tricky as to words, especially as there are several places where they don’t fit the music and have to be squashed in – and, to be honest, as to tune - for the tenors, at least, but – hey! what’s new? (tee hee). There is a bar where the notes for the tenors and basses have been replaced by little crosses on sticks….”What do we do here?” asks Luke. “Speak it?” suggest several people. “On these notes?” asks Luke. “That’ll be singing then,” says Kay. Queue grand hilarity and K unable to speak or sing for quite some time.
That was it, really. Some discussion about possible visit to Poland next year. There is a choir there we could do an exchange with and they have sent a recording so we can decide if they are the sort of choir we’d like to sing alongside. I presume we’ll send them one too so that they can make an equal judgement. Not averse to a trip to Poland – let’s hope Ollie approves them. And they us, of course but how could they not???
Now I am freezing (no heating which isn’t helping the vocal situation one bit; also ingress of water from flat upstairs so a little damp around here at the moment – are you feeling sorry for me yet? (again). Also – to add to my woes – we seem to have lost access to the internet as completely as I have lost access to my voice so how I am going to get this to Christopher to get to you, I just don’t know BUT... I ‘ave done me duty. I ‘ave writ what needed to be wrote. I ‘ave done me best in spite of hadversity. Can definitely claim status of stoic.
Off to wrap up in layers and large duvet…
See ya.
Or something.
Absolutely no voice whatsoever – you may think I mean I was croaking but, oh no I don’t; croaking would have been quite an advance on my vocal capabilities – still would, to be honest – ‘no voice’ means not even a squeak and yet I went to choir rehearsal this week in order to listen and learn and to pick up any exciting tit-bits of gossip or chat for you, my dear and faithful blog-follower/s.
Was this a waste of time? Quite possibly, yes. I did listen. I did learn (though no doubt I’ve forgotten everything by now) and I did keep my ears open for anecdotal diamonds but – suffice to say it was a quiet week. Once again Kay managed to be Kay and cause much amusement – particularly to herself and Jenny – but all the rest seemed to be work.
So it’s conceivable that I went along only to spread around my lurgi – whatever it may be – and that next week everyone else will be voiceless and I’ll be yodelling away on my own (only, my husband informs me that everyone he knows who has had this has been affected for at least two weeks so, if that is the case and I have indeed infected the others, Rudsambee rehearsals may be somewhat disrupted for the foreseeable future which does not bode well for Christmas - oops!). I have to say that, having been without the power of speech since last Saturday night, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t infectious by Wednesday or I wouldn’t have gone so let’s all cross our fingers and hope that I was right. And if I was wrong let’s all cross our fingers and hope that the constitutions of Rudsambee members are such as to render the germs impotent.
Anyway – what did the others do this week while I sat and listened? I have to say here that some of it sounded lovely. It is very impressive what 17 or so voices can do in terms of sound – even if Ollie had to ask them to try not to shout. It was very tuneful shouting.
Veni, Veni, Emmanuel – reprise from last year. Must remember to sing eh-mahn-oo-el rather then ee-man-yew-el. There’s a bit of hopping about between parts as the tenor line gets rather high and so the manly women have to take over.
Another go at Apple Tree Wassail. Got the stamping right – those who know there should be stamping but the newbies haven’t been told about this yet. I hope they’ve realised by now or they must be wondering what’s going on when the olduns start jigging about – so far rather unenthusiastically, it has to be said. No clapping introduced as yet – either everyone has forgotten or the feeble stamping is all they can manage for now. Daresay it’ll all be in place (quite probably the wrong place) by the time concert season is upon us.
The joy of Deck the Hall, again a reprise from last year, but there is every indication after Wednesday that – all being well on the laryngeal front - I will be able to sing it properly this year and without look of abject terror when we get to the ‘swing’-y bit. Worked closely on this problematic little section and I begin to see the light. Was delighted to notice that new and very competent members seemed rather concerned about this PLS, too. Excellent. Shall feel less like a total eejit in future.
More work on the new African song; still mighty tricky as to words, especially as there are several places where they don’t fit the music and have to be squashed in – and, to be honest, as to tune - for the tenors, at least, but – hey! what’s new? (tee hee). There is a bar where the notes for the tenors and basses have been replaced by little crosses on sticks….”What do we do here?” asks Luke. “Speak it?” suggest several people. “On these notes?” asks Luke. “That’ll be singing then,” says Kay. Queue grand hilarity and K unable to speak or sing for quite some time.
That was it, really. Some discussion about possible visit to Poland next year. There is a choir there we could do an exchange with and they have sent a recording so we can decide if they are the sort of choir we’d like to sing alongside. I presume we’ll send them one too so that they can make an equal judgement. Not averse to a trip to Poland – let’s hope Ollie approves them. And they us, of course but how could they not???
Now I am freezing (no heating which isn’t helping the vocal situation one bit; also ingress of water from flat upstairs so a little damp around here at the moment – are you feeling sorry for me yet? (again). Also – to add to my woes – we seem to have lost access to the internet as completely as I have lost access to my voice so how I am going to get this to Christopher to get to you, I just don’t know BUT... I ‘ave done me duty. I ‘ave writ what needed to be wrote. I ‘ave done me best in spite of hadversity. Can definitely claim status of stoic.
Off to wrap up in layers and large duvet…
See ya.
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