Wednesday, 30 May 2012
My dear and faithful Reader/s
Certain circumstances arising over the last week mean I no longer feel able – or inclined – to carry on. There are moves afoot to change the essence of the blog content and I can (and will) only write as I have always written, so I think it better to bow out gracefully now than to be pushed out later or squashed into conformity with other people’s idea of what is appropriate. I would have liked to keep going while Ollie was with us but I’m afraid I just can’t. To those of you who have enjoyed my efforts and will miss them, a heartfelt apology. To those of you who haven’t, well – c’est tout; no more to worry about. My last post was my last post so hats off, y’all and salute the Rudsambee banner (or just me, if you prefer). I have enjoyed my time with you – in spite of the effort and HOURS of composition involved when I could have been doing far more useful things. Of course I never would have been doing them anyway but I like to play the martyr whenever possible. I shall have to find something else to write nonsense about now. Ideas, anyone? All suggestions gratefully received.
I don’t know if we will find anyone foolish (and generally idle) enough to take my place but, as you see, the times they are a-changing and perhaps the blog has had its day.
Thank you for reading.
Bisous.
Monday, 28 May 2012
...
What a disgrace.
And tomorrow I need to be able to sing because we are doing our last-ever-recording with Ol as Lord and Master.
Oh dear.
It is only 10 o’clock or so but sleep seems a sensible option. However... surely it’s too early. And I need to get at least half of this written before I climb the wooden hill to Bedfordshire.
Is it two weeks since last I wrote? I believe it is. Week one I could have done it but didn’t know what to say and week two I could have done it but was in London and then Hungary and then Slovakia and then Austria and then Germany so it was all too complicated. No, no – that’s all wrong. Week one was week two. Week one which I didn’t write about because I didn’t know what to say and was travelling about all over the place. Week two I wasn’t there, was I, because I was in all those other places so I could have written about my holiday but not about choir practice. That’s all sorted now, then. Thank goodness for clarity of mind.
Tomorrow we hit the Reid Concert Hall, 11.45 a.m. sharp (hopefully the last time all day we will be in that mode), ready to begin recording at 12 noon. I presume the 15 minutes is for a warm-up but it may just be there to make sure we are all present by mid-day. I am working for an hour or so in the morning so could well be a little late. If you see a distracted creature rushing through the Meadows at around five to twelve tomorrow, croaking and warbling a badly-tuned arpeggio or two as she goes, that will be me. I will endeavour to remember my music folder.
Jenny is coming to sing with us (knew she couldn’t stay away for long) and she won’t have hers, will she? She never did when she was actually a member of the choir so what hope now she’s left? One of us must make an effort. Having said that, having my music is going to prove a little tricky as someone went off with it the other night and left me theirs. I think it was probably Heather. She is supposed to be an organised person but I suspect she’s anything but... just grabs any folder that takes her fancy and waltzes off into the night. How she could mistake my battered old file, chewed at the corners and shedding loose sheets left, right and all over for the one I had to bring home, shiny new and neatly ring-bound, I’ll never know - but she did. Or someone did. I may be maligning the poor girl; in which case, heartfelt apologies and a compensatory hug. I am tempted to keep the shiny file. While I don’t really, actually, honestly, chew the corners of mine it does look rather as if the mice have got at it – I suppose they may have – and the dog-eared music inside it is scribbled with blog-reminding messages instead of singing instructions whereas the one I have now is (shiny and) full of pristine sheets marked only with useful hints as to dynamics and expression and phrasing. Could be handy, don’t you think? Especially tomorrow.
OK, enough for now – it is 11 o’clock. Still early but I think I have earned my bed-time. More after the recording. And the dinner towards which we will be heading immediately on finishing. The rest of this will be an After Dinner Blog and I your After Dinner Blogetteer. A new career? I need one...
Sunday 22:04 Very nearly bed-time again. Not sleeping well (no change there, then) and a busy day which included gardening and tennis and two long walks, in the heat. And I’m getting a cold – how the ****???? So sleepy. But must finish this, must finish this, must finish this...
Yesterday was great fun. Hard work, but not too onerous (unless you’re Kay, who was feeling the pressure). Sadly, being stuck in the Reid Concert Hall for several hours on one of the few sunny days Edinburgh has to offer per year was a real downside to the exercise but we got a half hour break in which to sit out in Bristo Square and, once we’d finished, we sat in the garden at Teviot, supping alcoholic beverages until it was time for dinner (at The Nile Valley. Yum, by the way – if you’ve not been there, go), so it could have been worse.
As for the recording – all seemed to go to plan. We got through the pieces in reasonable time, finishing a little earlier than planned. A small hiccup when it transpired that one of the mics had given up the ghost but, with a bit of tweaking of those still operating, the problem was overcome without holding us up for more than a few minutes. Anne came back to play the piano for us – for The Seal Lullaby and Nu tändas tusen juleljus – and the harpsichord for the two Lully pieces. Sebastian played his cello, beautifully as ever for the same pieces and Tamsin was there to play her harp and to help out with the squeaky-high singing bits which Kay was panicking about performing on her own (for no good reason, she can do it brilliantly but I daresay the prospect is a very scary one). Jenny came back, as mentioned above; sans most of her music, as mentioned above, but perfectly contented to make the tunes up where she had forgotten them. Behm also returned having been tricked into joining us by Ollie who, some days ago, casually asked him if he’d any plans for this Saturday and when told no, immediately claimed him as a much-needed extra tenor. It was lovely to see them all.
Most importantly, considering why we had gathered, was that Helen was there. Helen was there to do the recording, along with her friend – Ali – and was forced to join in a few songs as well, much to her disgust. I do hope that they managed to get enough material to make a reasonable CD [initial reports are positive]. We did about three (is it a ‘take’ when it’s singing or is that just in films?) whatevertheyares [yes, takes] of each piece and somewhere within those three efforts it is to be hoped that there are enough accurate bars to string together into a whole piece of reasonably professional-sounding music. With one thing and another our rehearsal time has been a bit curtailed and we were probably not quite as well prepared as we might have been but we worked hard and were quite frighteningly focussed and quiet for several hours – which is a real feat for us, let me tell you – so I think we deserve some success. If anyone can turn our efforts into a sellable item it is our Helen, so I look forward to hearing the results. Now we just have to come up with a title and I have to come up with a design and then – Bob’s in the building.
Dinner was fun – there were fourteen of us altogether – poor Heather, who did all the organising, was unable to join us and had to go home instead (to a barbeque, so it could have been worse) and Anne and Tamsin left once they’d finished making their contributions earlier in the day; Douglas, Behm and Sebastian all disappeared without explanation, but the rest of us, at Arno’s suggestion, graced the basement of the aforementioned eatery with our rambunctious presence and had a great time. The conversations were wide-ranging and, at one end of the table at least, somewhat dubious of subject matter [highlight was probably Helen reading out product reviews of Veet for Men from Amazon and if that doesn't sound hilarious and dubious, look them up!]. We had the place to ourselves for a fair time but then some other poor souls came to join us and had to contend with our noisy hilarity (is that tautology? Can’t decide so it’s staying). But at least we didn’t sing.
We had to say goodbye to Sarah who has been with us such a short time, but a new job means she will no longer be free on Wednesday evenings so she has had to bid us farewell. She has been a lovely presence and we will miss her but wish her all the best in her future endeavours and will be delighted, I’m sure I speak on behalf of us all, to welcome her back anytime to parties and even to the choir itself if she is able to re-join one day. Having spent some time recording The Irish Blessing we didn’t find it in ourselves to sing it all over again at her. I don’t suppose she has any idea what a lucky escape she had.
Speaking of the Irish blessing: at my suggestion we altered the last words of our usual version. My Irish mother gets very upset when she hears "...in the palm of his hand" because she insists it should be "...in the hollow...". If she is going to have to listen to this CD (which she is, like it or not) I think it only fair not to torture her. Luckily I got my (her) way about this as several other people thought my (her) version a better one. Unfortunately Jenny has not been at rehearsals. She has been singing "palm" for years and years and years. Yesterday she mostly sang "pollow".
Onto a third page and ready to fall asleep over the keyboard...
Good night, Readers-mine. Until next time. Sleep tight and squash the bed-bugs.
xx
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Tardy for Tormis
Ollie suggested last week that those who were interested get together early this week to have a sing of Kullervo’s Message, a piece by Tormis which the small group folk (when we had a small group) started work on AGES ago and never finished. I was part of this petit assemblage and decided that my presence would likely be an essential element in getting this work going again so off I set, very much earlier than usual these days, music in hand and vague memories of how it sounded in my head. Not that it necessarily sounded there as it should have, of course - I did say we never perfected it, didn’t I? And then, my memory... Arriving at John and Susan’s, I found a strong smell of cooking dinner, the house owners (just about to sit down to said dinner) and Robin. No sign of anyone else. Particularly no sign of Ol. John and Susan were just back from Spain and had not been reading emails (really! Call themselves dedicated?) and so had no idea at all that there was a suggestion of early-meeting-keen-people gathering at 6.50. Probably just as well that no one else did. Robin and I were easily dealt with; given a cup of tea and many questions to answer regarding events while J&S were away. What were our impressions of the candidates etc. I have to say that Mr and Mrs Wexler seemed to have rather decided impressions of these prospectives without actually having met any of them. Final discussions, when they at last take place, really will be interesting.
Ollie appeared eventually, admitting that he had fallen asleep. Whether we are to try this early-meeting mullarkey again next week I don’t know. I shall certainly turn up to sing if required. Let me rephrase that: I shall certainly turn up to sing, if we do.
I am sorry – I am feeling utterly uninspired tonight and I really feel I must get this done now or it will never be finished. So – this is pretty boring and, I’m afraid, will remain so. You have my permission to give up on it if you wish. Goodbye to those of you with sense and a life; for the rest of you here’s a very little more tedium for you. I’ll get it done as soon as possible. Promise.
Aaagh.
Ollie had we women try a few verses of Mateusz which, for the first time, we managed to sing first(ish) time without falling completely to pieces; rhythm a bit dodgy to begin with and pronunciation somewhat shaky in places but I think we might actually be able to put this on the CD if we all work on it at home.
IF WE ALL WORK ON IT AT HOME.
Loud enough?
It was a lovely after-rehearsal chat with lots of people staying back for a cup of tea – almost like old times. Les bons mots? Away wiz ze fairrries, naturellement.
I got a lift home from Marie-Claire, lazy critter that I am.
‘Til next time.
PS The last two postings seem to have lacked any sign of paragraphing. The paragraphs were there when the blog left my fingertips. Christopher???????? [sorry, Blogger has clearly gone funny since the 'new look'!]
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Organised Ollie
We had a prospective alto, Marisa, ‘sitting in’ for the first half of the evening. She joined in the singing, naturally, but left half way as she wasn’t feeling particularly well. I have no idea what she thought of us, having had no chance to ask, but I daresay that question will be answered on Wednesday if she turns up again. There will be a healthy alto section if she joins. The basses are dwindling – though temporarily; hopefully the two that have gone will be back before too long, the tenors are always a problem (!) and even the sopranos have been a bit thin on the ground recently. Yey! for the altos – we will take over and reign supreme. Perhaps Tormis knew what he was up to after all, when he wrote the alto line above the soprano.
What did we sing? Oops. You’ve guessed it. No bloody idea. Something for the CD, I imagine.
Organised Ollie – those are two words not often witnessed side-by-side – presented us each with a list of what he proposes to put on the CD and what we will be singing in St Giles in August. I know.... imagine! The St Giles’ list includes Nikos’s Brodmann area 47 and a few other pieces written by students contemporary with the Lord and Master, (even one by the L&M himself. At long last. It had better be good after all this time waiting for it). So it will be an interesting concert, to say the least.
What a way to go.
Oh, now I’m welling up. Can’t see the screen. Will have to stop.
Speaking of which, I am doing badly with my on-line communications; keep on upsetting people. Might have to hand this job to someone else and steer clear of interwebby mischief-making.
Not that I mean to make mischief.
Not often, anyway.
Hardly ever.....
Saturday, 21 April 2012
More on this later...
I am going to yoga now so there is no knowing just when ‘later’ might be... you may wonder why I have made a start on this with so little time in which to finish it but I think I have explained before that carrying on is much easier than beginning and, with even so few sentences set down as this, there is more hope of a completed blog winging its cyber-path to Christopher in a timely fashion than if I put off writing anything at all until I have time to write everything.
Oof – yoga was TOUGH. I am all stretched and strengthened and absolutely exhausted...
Choir practice. Nikos was supposed to be doing the warm-up but Nikos has gone. How sad is that? I will tell you more anon. Ol warmed us up instead, brains too by teaching us some little ditty-ish, round-ish thing in a language which was never established, (as far as I could gather, anyway). Having got our minds and bodies into some sort of working order Ollie moved on to rehearsing us in just two things: The Seal Lullaby, for those new to the choir and therefore the song and She Moved Through the Fair, which was a small-group piece originally so, really, only well known by a very few of us – in fact, most of the erstwhile singers of this have gone and left us. I was one of the originals but you’d never have thought it. This was a piece I could sing off-by-heart once upon a time but I couldn’t remember at all where I’d changed parts, which bits I’d sung, what the pesky notes were. Disaster. Poor Heather was singing with me and, confused enough as it was with having to sing alto sometimes and tenor at others, she also had to stand next to me and hear me dithering. She needs to have the courage of her convictions in these circumstances. Stick ta yer guns, Heather, old girl. You’re far more likely to be right than am I!
When it came to The Seal Lullaby there were only one or two little mistakes (as far as I could tell) and plenty good enough for us to sing along to. I’m not sure we sang it very well but Sarah and anyone else who’d never sung it before (was there anyone else who’d never sung it before?) will have some idea, at least, of how it is supposed to sound.
These two songs are two of the choices for our CD. Ollie is going to ‘insist’ Anne comes along to play piano for us on recording day. I do hope she does. Seems fitting.
So then... Nikos. He has gone back to Greece in order, I believe, to work on his... on his what? Can’t remember what qualification he is working towards but it involves composing and his librettist is in Greece as are his family and friends and I gather he is struggling a little financially here and prefers to be at home while he is trying to complete his work. Who can blame him? He has said he would like to return to us in September and I, for one, hope he does. Strange to think that will probably be up to our new leader... In the meantime he has left us with Brodmann Area 47 and would love us to record it if we can manage to do so. How encouraging to know he trusts that we can do it justice (or perhaps the Scottish weather has driven him crazy. He was mighty discombobulated by the appearance of SNOW in April. We tried to explain that the soaring temperatures of the days before were far more to be wondered at but he still seemed at a complete loss to understand what was going on).
There y’are then. I’m sure I had something else to say but it has gone – poof. Off into the ether whither this blog will follow. But this blog, unlike whatever it was I had to tell you, will re-appear, miraculously at some point (it is miraculous, isn’t it, like it or not – all this technology?).
See you next week.
xx
Friday, 13 April 2012
Chris liked my last blog...
Ha!
Last night was another good rehearsal, though still down on numbers. The altos made a strong showing again, there being four of us; all the tenors turned up (three, that is, a somewhat pathetic number) and of sopranos there were also three - I suppose it is still the Easter holiday and I guess Kay is off with the family gallivanting somewhere pleasant for the duration; Harriet, I’m sure, is working hard on her PhD thesis and Tamsin, so busy, is taking some time out (but will be returning one day, I’m glad to say). Luckily, Marie-Claire, in the diary as an absentee, had managed to change shifts and came along unexpectedly which was, no doubt, a good thing for the sanity of Susan and Rachael – especially when we came to the singing of Nikos’s Brodmann area 47 when all possible strength of mind is required even to look at the music. We had three basses, too. The three who were away last week. Can’t really be termed consistent, can we?
We began with a warm-up orchestrated by Douglas. Had it been a piece of music it would have been of the ponderous and slightly perplexing variety but our brains were given a bit of a work-out, which is never a bad thing, especially when it comes to the singing of Brodmann area 47, as I think I have mentioned before.
Then we sang our new Tormis piece from last week – Bridge of Song. It has lots of unexpected repeats in confusing places and we also have to deal with both Finnish and Estonian (ex-Rudsambeeite, Sari, is to be called upon to give a hand with the Finnish as there were, as per, differing ideas (‘convictions’ would not be too strong a word) as to pronunciation of the Finnish, at least) but it is coming on really rather remarkably quickly. The altos and basses are not allowed to breathe very much which is a bit of a problem for yours truly but if I think about it in advance and stand up straight I can do it. Thinking and not slouching are tricky things to do at the end of a busy day... my mother thinks I have wonderful posture and says she stands up straighter when I’m around (I think she does that only because she is rather small and wishes to look me in the face when pretending I’m still five years old – it must make the pretence that much easier if she’s not having to look up at me) but I’m really pretty sloppy most of the time, to be honest.
A short discussion was held mid-rehearsal as to what we might include on the CD we will record in May. The discussion was lively, several suggestions being crushed before they’d even finished leaving the suggestors mouth. Robin put in a request for an odious thing called Son ar Chistr which, you will gather, I can’t stand. Breton. Horrid. Unfortunately it is quite popular amongst the longer-standing choir members – Kay, for instance, loves it – and I have a terrible feeling that anyone who knows it will be expected to join, joyfully, in its recording. Hear this, folks: I am one who knows it. I will probably have to join in. I won’t do it joyfully.
We moved on to a little piece called The Ox Climbed a Fir Tree. A few of us have more than one copy of this already, indicative of the fact that Ol has tried to get us to sing it several times before. It is by Tormis, again and is really an amusing, though somewhat discordant, offering so I’m not sure why we’ve never yet got it up to performance standard but Ollie, obviously, has no intention of giving up on his dream... We worked on this avec piano – did it help? I remembered most of it from last time but a first note’s always useful. Especially when the alto part is written above the soprano’s and the basses above the tenor’s. Why? Is he just trying to be awkward?
Then the aforementioned (what? More than once?) Brodmann’s area. I amuse myself with the thought that Nikos wrote this piece for us to sing. For us. And he’s given the tenors really, really difficult things to do. What was he thinking??? We altos have a really rather melodic line which makes it all much easier but oh! the counting that is required. Very few notes are where one would (reasonably) expect them to be and they all seem to rely heavily on other parts being exactly where they should be at all times. This is Rudsambee, for Heaven’s sake! But no one can deny that it is fun – in a masochistic sort of a way – and very, very good for us indeed.
I am doing notes as well as this this week so I suppose I’d better get on with those now. Or perhaps not. Maybe I’ll go out and spend money instead... hmmm... notes/pretty new things, notes/pretty new things, notes/pretty new things?
Monday, 9 April 2012
“I’ve never heard a falling bodhran.”
‘Twas Robin who spake as above the above and I have to agree with him. Me neither. And it’s not all that exciting, sadly. A woody, drummy sort of a sound with a slide to it. Much as you’d expect, really. But now we can say that we have heard a falling bodhran as can all ten choir members who made it to rehearsal this week.
Yes, ten. A rather pathetic turn-out but I think Ollie had had apologies of one sort or another from all the absentees. He seemed prepared for the eventuality. To the point that he’d decided in advance that there was little point singing at all as there was little we could do with such small numbers. “We’ll have tea and chat,” he announced, “and maybe have a talk with Nikos about a guitar. I’ll go and put the kettle on.” He did.
So, there we were, drinking tea and chatting when Kirsty rushed in, somewhat breathless, eyebrows ahoist and atwist, the apologies on the tip of her tongue frozen there in consternation at the sight that met her eyes. “What’s this?” she demanded. “I feel like I’ve gone through the looking-glass, I’m upside down. Looking at things through the wrong end of a tele-thingy.” Rather mixed images. You will agree but she was extremely confused and who can blame her? Tea and chat happens at the end of the evening. She must have wondered just how late she was and what had happened to the missing 90 minutes. “We’re not going to sing tonight,” someone explained. “Why ever not?” asks K, increasingly put-out. “There’s not enough of us.” “Of course there is. We must sing. I have had such a day. I need to sing.”
So we sang.
Should Kirsty apply for Ollie’s job? She’d certainly whip us into shape, as someone pointed out.
We were given a new piece to look at. A new (to us) Tormis piece, no less. It’s quite some time since we had one of those. Not sure what it’s called because I kindly let Heather retain our shared copy but it had something to do with a bridge [it's called Bridge of Song]. A musical bridge: starts quietly, gets louder and louder, decrescendos. Starts low, gets higher and higher, makes its way back down. You get the picture. The words are in Finnish and Estonian – two for the price of one for those language counters who frequent our concerts – and translate into something rather lovely. Will fill you in on that when I get my own music. It wasn’t hard to sight-read. And it was fun.
Really.
Then we sang the new Lully piece so that Nikos could have a look at the guitar part and that was when the bodhran fell down.
We sang the other two Lully Entrées and I think that was all we did. But we did it well and our small-group status proved that small can, indeed, be beautiful. I suggested we keep the new Tormis for ourselves. Long time since we’ve had an official Small Group number. ‘bout time we got that going again methinks.
So – the reason you didn’t hear from me last week was because I wasn’t there. Or here, for that matter. I missed lots of exciting things. Working on Nikos’s composition for a start, which we haven’t done for ages. Unfortunately I think there were several people missing last week too and this included all the altos, aside from new Sarah. (I know where I was and why but what about the others eh? Eh??)
Ol’s last concert with us will not be until we sing at St Giles in August. Instead of a concert in May we will be recording a new CD – quite a short one like "A Flea in the Ear" – which Helen will come and engineer. We can put on it things we have loved singing with Ollie and we are to be encouraged to make suggestions as to what might be included. Cool, eh?
Happy Easter, everyone. May the Bunny be good to you.
Chocolate, ho!
Saturday, 24 March 2012
New faces
Kirsty did a rather good warm-up, just silly enough and very useful and then we got down to business. Firstly we sang Fog, beautiful work by Arno as always and Harriet did the wail-y bit all by herself and very effectively. Ollie then suggested we should sing something else we know quite well and, looking at the last concert programme, gave us a choice between O Lux Beatissima and the last verse of Une Puce. O Lux... is pretty straightforward but as for The Flea, only a very few of us are more than vaguely acquainted with its final pesky little stanza. Sebastian was heard to put in a word for Abendlied which we can hardly be said to know at all. Am I missing something? Is my interpretation of the words ‘know quite well’ different from other people’s? Having given us the choice the Boy Wonder then took it away again and insisted on Une Puce, which I happen to know very well indeed so could manage without looking at my music which was just as well as the BW had no copy (no Fog either; what does he do with all his music?) and I had to act as music stand for the duration. We sang verse one and the chorus-y bit through once to give those who’d never sung it before some idea of how it goes and then we went over verse four several times until people had almost got the words right and managed to fit them to the music. Progress indeed.
We sang the Lully pieces from the last concert. At this point Ol was to be seen nodding and winking (well, maybe not) at Nikos who was, at first, determinedly ignoring him and then pulled a questioning, and slightly triumphant face, as he cottoned on to what was required. He wasn’t going to get away with whatever it was, though, “There’s one in the other room,” said Ollie, grinning. Nikos visibly drooped. “He’s had a hard day,” explained our Lord and Master, grinning even more while Nikos, dejectedly, went off to find the guitar he really didn’t seem to want to play. But play it he did and with some verve and vigour for one who was doing it so reluctantly. Having sung through these pieces and worked at refining one of them we moved on to a third - the fourth. Still in Nonsense (yet another language we can claim familiarity with now) and as short and silly as the other two, it is also as much fun to sing and was delightfully easy to sight-read (page turns excepted). I actually had my specs with me and perched on the end of my nose instead of residing in my coat pocket – no doubt this helped.
More fun with Mateusz for the girlers and Zikr for the boysies – oh, ours is a struggle but ever so slowly we are making progress. It is two steps forward and one back because we can’t seem to remember week to week what we are doing but, as I say, there is a dim little light at the end of the tunnel towards which we are inching. The men returned to perform Zikr for us and it is sounding brilliant [miraculously!]. Full to the brim of brio and pizzazz. Nikos has a very high bit to sing and does it so well and they all look as though they’re having a whale of a time so it’s very amusing to watch. Good work, Lads. Must try harder, Lassies. There’s a turn-around.
We nearly all stayed for tea and coffee which has become rather unusual for some reason. Perhaps it was because I had made brownies????? They were a bit weird having been made with three different kinds of chocolate (one with ginger in it, one with fruits of the forest and one flavoured with rose water!) but they went down a treat and were complimented fulsomely. Unfortunately, I will never have just that combination of chocolate in my cupboard again so they were a real one-off (quite honestly, most of the things I cook are because I make them up as I go along) – I think that might be a bit of a disappointment to one or two choir members... sorry, mes amies. I had made brownies because both Ollie and Chris had had birthdays during the week. We howled at them in extraordinary style.
Today I had a terrible experience which I am going to share with you before I finish because I will never get over it and yet here I am making the time and effort, amidst my suffering, to write this blog and I feel you should appreciate it... I went to get passport photos taken.
OMG.
I have torn them up. I know perfectly well that I am never going to get a good passport photo. I know there is no such thing – especially as one is no longer allowed to smile (my only hope) but I am sure that someone or some machine somewhere can take one of me in which I look a little, tiny bit like ME and not some ‘orrible old crone of at least 65, with no shape to the head (where had the top of my head gone? I know it’s there) and a saggy, saggy, saggy face. Do all those people who tell me I don’t look my age really mean that I look much older than I am? I think they must.
I have spent far too much time since I got home checking my visage in various mirrors around the house. In some I look very old indeed and in others not. Which of them do I believe? Which should be sent charity-shopwards? When should I book in for surgery?
And when will I have the courage to try again?
Monday, 19 March 2012
Still waiting
I have to clear something up and thanks to John for the hint. The Colour Poems are not by Gesualdo at all but by Richard Nye. There is a distance in time of several centuries between the compositions. The Gesualdo we have been working on is called Io tacero (there should be an accent on the second ‘o’ [what sort!?]) which are the first words of the piece. I did think that 'Colour Poems’ was a remarkably modern concept for someone of Gesualdo’s vintage.
Io tacero is coming on – we did lots of work on it. I nearly know what I’m singing. Kirsty was away but Heather was back and once or twice I found myself singing the right thing while she sang the wrong which was great fun and very life-affirming. The sad fact is that Douglas and Chris still believed I was struggling. I do pull some bad faces but I also chortled gleefully and punched the air a few times so you’d think they might have cottoned on.
Once again we separated to practise girl and boy things – how did you do, boys? [we were fabulous as ever, of course!] We were appalling – no idea at all, suddenly, how Mateusz was supposed to sound. We made a bit of effort to get it right but, having pretty much failed entirely, we gave up and gossiped instead. Those men went on for ages. Eventually, at 9.45pm, we had to go in and tell them to stop. Tea and coffee and beds were calling and our girlish enthusiasm had waned long before.
Rudsambee sang a traditional Happy Birthday to me. It started off incredibly tunefully. I was getting ready to be seriously disappointed but then, led by Susan with wickedly glinting eye, the howling began and things fell apart in the most ear-splitting fashion imaginable. A real classic and most gratifying. I received a lovely card and someone posted a jar of yummy chocolate-y pot au chocolat (should that ‘o’ have a hat on?) scrumminess into my coat pocket so I went home a happy bunny indeed.
Ta-rah. Ooo – you should see my new bathroom btw. It’s fab.
Monday, 12 March 2012
I was robbed, Guv!
HOWEVER – let us presume that there is an odd reader, here or there... no, let’s be realistic and pretend that there is an odd reader, here or there, who has no access to said notes and would like to hear about this (last) week’s rehearsal and let’s carry on.
We had no new members to meet as Ol still hadn’t got round to seeing them all. He auditioned a few last week, I believe and this few included a tenor who proved to be a bit of a disappointment. “He wasn’t very good,” said the Boy Wonder to the bijou gathering of Robin, Susan and myself, early arrivals (well, Robin and I were early; Susan was simply at home as usual). “And he was a tenor? Blimey, he must have been bad,” offers yours truly, mistress of tact and diplomacy. Poor Robin looked a little jaundiced while agreeing with my sentiments, whereupon Susan and I felt it necessary to spend several minutes bolstering his (really quite recently gained and now sadly-) undermined confidence. Later, once all who were going to arrive had done so, this same topic of conversation resurfaced. Now there were Three Tenors to discombobulate. To my shame (!), I repeated my unkind observation. Quite bad enough, this repetition, but Kay provided the final nail, the straw that broke... “He must have been completely tone deaf,” says she, guffawing. Protests were heard, unsurprisingly, from Tenor Corner, “Now you’ve gone too far,” complained a re-crushed Robin and even Chris appeared to have his head in his hands (though he may just have been catching a catnap, being somewhat over-worked at present). Yes, well, poor tenors, how mean we were. They are really very good once they know what they’re doing. They’re just a little slow, a little tentative with the sight-reading. Does this sound familiar. “Pot,” you could say. “Kettle.” Fair. Entirely fair.
As to what we sang... we began with a new piece, Colour Poem IV, by Gesualdo (I think). Kirsty and I took the Alto 2 part and some of the sopranos the Alto 1. I was glad to have company; you know me and the sight-reading (though I was standing next to the tentative tenors so I might have been OK by myself – less pressure when you know you’re not the only one going wrong!) [AHEM!] and there was some tricky old timing in this. Looked easy. Deceptive. But we did quite well in the end. I wasn’t in complete despair and that’s always a bonus. And Kirsty is a much better SR-er than me but, very kindly, didn’t make me feel like a fool, pulling enough faces and sighing often enough to give me the impression she wasn’t as on top of things as, otherwise, I might well have imagined she was.
I have some notes scribbled on this music but have forgotten what they were supposed to help me remember. That happens SO often, doesn’t it? There is something here about avoiding horrible Clannad-like, Gaelic breathiness such as was evident, for example, in the theme tune to Robin of Sherwood, TV series of yesteryear (?) [see below]. At this point Kirsty, who was either not listening or was displaying quite astonishing ignorance, asked, “Clannad? Was I in that one?” Explanations had to be given, amidst hysteria. I don’t know – perhaps she was living in Germany at the time of the hoody-man. I’m not sure Sebastian or Arno, or any of the young things, knew what we were talking about either.
After this the girlies went off to Polish [oh very punny] our new song, Mateusz. It still needs a deal of buffing but Ollie has transcribed the music for us which makes it all much easier. Ha! Rubbish. It makes it much clearer – and we have parts. End of. It’s great fun, though. We sang it to the men later, (no idea, again, what they were up to while we did our thang but I’m sure they worked hard – they must have done because, when we returned to them, Rachael was heard to comment, “This room smells of boy.” and it did.); Douglas said, “That’s definitely a women’s song,” (????????) and then asked if it was African. He wasn’t the only one who wondered that. You see, we were right with the reggae stuff last week – and we must be doing it some sort of justice if the men picked up on it, n’est-ce pas?
We had a sing through of the Lully pieces for a bit of fun et c’est tout,
as far as I can remember.
Tad boring. Apologies. Will try harder next time. But it’s ‘ard when someone’s ‘alf-inched all yer best lines, innit?
Lu-urve.
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Reggae a la Poles
So – an apology is fidgeting away at my conscience but I am ignoring it, manfully. This edition is very late indeed (in case you hadn’t noticed). It is Monday evening (night) and I am only just settling down to write. Now, sometimes these blogs are not posted until Monday anyway, even if I have written them considerably earlier. This all depends on Christopher’s other activities. As I have said before, he is a very busy lad. I am not complaining. Not at all. Honestly. No, really, please believe me. If I must rely on a very busy lad then I have to take my turn. It may be that this is not posted until Wednesday or Thursday. It may be that it is not finished ‘til Wednesday or Thursday but I will try extremely hard to stay awake long enough to get it done. There is not very much to say, after all.
I have been pretty busy myself, actually. Thursday was a day which involved shopping for various things I will need this week and won’t have time to buy because I am working more than usual. Then yoga. Then food. Then starting to prepare for installation of new bathroom i.e. moving all my stuff into a downstairs bedroom, emptying the hall of furniture, dust-sheeting bookshelves. Then packing. An early start on Friday; a weekend in Munich mit hubby; a late-ish return yesterday and then more preparation for the great works mentioned above which started today. Do you see any opportunity there for blogging???
A new bathroom? I hear you ask. Did the woman not have a new kitchen recently? Has she come into an inheritance/won the lottery/been a-thieving? Yes, a new bathroom. Which is needed as badly as the new kitchen was. I have been ashamed of my bathroom for years – since we moved in here, to be honest and it will be wonderful to show people where to find... ahem... facilities, without feeling either embarrassment or the urge to apologise. I only hope I like it once it’s done tee hee.
Wednesday last was an odd occasion. For a start, I arrived at the almost-end of a Recruitment Committee meeting. Not much interest in the position of Ollie Replacement yet so some hard work to do (not to say desperate measures to take). I put my ha’pence-worth in, of course. I do like to be of assistance if at all possible.
Also, poor Heather was there with a bare foot and a half-empty (-full?) pack of frozen peas resting on her ankle. She had given it a twist when getting off the bus and a fair old wrench it had got judging by the swollen state of it. Eventually she decided to go home as it was causing her such discomfort, so she called her husband to come and get her and bid us goodbye as we headed off to rehearse. We were a very small group because Ollie hadn’t finished auditioning all the potential new members. He would like to get everyone started on the new repertoire (oo, posh) at the same time so is hoping to be able to ask his chosen people along next week. Robin did the warm-up and was very theatrical about it all, wiggling and shaking and then testing us with one of his favourite challenges – he only does this so he can laugh at our feeble efforts. Try it yourselves at home: start by holding one hand up in front of your face. Then lift this hand up and stretch your arm above your head. Do the same thing with the other hand/arm. Once you’ve done this a few times add in another move: after holding your hand in front of your face, move it around to the back of your head before stretching your arm above your head. This is all very straightforward until you try to do it quickly with both arms alternating. Chaos. Like trying to pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time only worse. I can manage the pat-ty, rub-by thing (if I concentrate really hard) but this, as above, not at all.
So, once that was, hilariously, out of the way we got down to the little work we did. The ‘we’ in that sentence applies to the women because we split into two groups again and the men worked very hard indeed, it seemed, on Zikr while we began by working hard and ended up doing nothing much at all. I think Ol was expecting to get more done but then, having done some teaching-of-Polish (again), and teaching of (a little tiny bit of) music with us he went off to see how the boys were getting on and didn’t come back for ages by which time it was after 9.30 and time to stop.
[When we left the lads to themselves we returned to the dining-room where the committee-meeting had been taking place. Heather was still there, frozen footed and forlorn, awaiting her husband. Talk about taking his sweet time. And they’ve only been married since the summer. Shocking behaviour. I hope he had a good excuse.]
I have no idea what our new piece is called but I know (sort of) how to pronounce most of the words and what some of them mean (kissing behind the stove has got something to do with it; hot stuff, eh?) and, best of all, how it is supposed to sound. Well! If we can manage that I, for one, will be delighted. Once the BW took off to work with the men, Chris arrived with music for us to listen to – our new song (a Polish folk-song, in case that had slipped past you) as performed by a group called The Warsaw Village Band. Listen to them if you can. “I know they’re Polish,” says Kay, “But are they black?” You will see what she meant if you listen. Their music is a sort of fusion and there is a definite hint of reggae in there. And jazz. It is fantastic. And that harsh, nasal tone Eastern-European voices can manage so brilliantly when required to do so. Wonderful and really rather weird and crazy stuff. Chris put it on a loop and we listened in awe as these girls managed to fit five words into the space two fit in comfortably. We listened many times without working out how to do it and then we gave up and just chatted.
And then Ollie came back and apologised for being away so long and said that would do for the night.
So we went home.
No Jen to give me a lift.
Just as well, really. I have got very lazy about walking home and it only takes about five minutes.
Bedtime. Night-night.
Sunday, 26 February 2012
All About Nothing
What can I tell you about instead? I did nothing on Wednesday night although free to do whatever I fancied. Lazy? Unimaginative? Me? Oh, well, go on then, perhaps I am. Of course I may have done something quite exciting and simply forgotten all about it but I think not. Speaking of forgetting all about things, I actually forgot my PIN number the other day; the one I use all the time, the one I know as well as I know my own name. What a numpty. How did that happen? The gaping, four digit space in my brain – well, two digit, slightly less agape, I had remembered the first couple of numbers – was filled again pretty quickly, thank heaven, but oh, it’s a bit scary. I have been thinking very hard about remembering things since then and can report that, so far, all seems as per (i.e. a little raggedy at times but nothing too concerning); however, if, at any point in the near future, you think I am a-slip mentally – if you can tell, that is - please leave a comment on the blog and I will take immediate action (more crosswords and Sudoku or something).
Yesterday I did some gardening. This followed a trundle to-and-from Craiglockhart for a tennis session. Impressive, eh? Yes, but just how badly did I play? Oh, my! Maybe three or four shots to be quite proud of but as for the rest... and, unfortunately, most (OK, all) of the other ladies who attend this session are better players than I am and some of them are a little inclined to tut, albeit sotto voce (if one can tut in such a manner), which doesn’t make me play any more competently I can assure you. I am going to persevere, though, because otherwise I’ll never improve and they will just have to put up with me. Interestingly, the very best players (very good indeed) are less likely to display frustration and are full of encouragement. I suppose their competitiveness is under control due to winning on a regular basis (unless they have me as a partner) while others feel they have something to prove. Anyway, I am much more relaxed with the people I play with on a Tuesday and I still play like a dog half the time... an old dog; old dog/new tricks. Oh dear, does this mean there is no hope for me?
So, the gardening. Only the front garden. This is manageable (unlike the back which I look out on in despair) and I smartened things up quite well. There are lots of snowdrops and the bluebells are coming; things are a-stir and how lovely it was to be out there in the warm sun, working really rather hard. I even got the ladder out to cut away some stuff (note my expertise in nomenclature) from around the window. I filled the brown bin up to the top so had to stop though there is still more to be done. Ivy, for example, is invading from around the more inaccessible side – naturally – so I must get out there and saw it off at the bottom before it can make its way into the sitting room by way of under-the-window. It appears to be making a good job of insinuating itself between the stone, the mortar and the wood of the frame. Not good. Not good at all. Bring me my trusty blade.
I spoiled all this healthy living by going out in the early evening yesterday and not returning until the early morning today, having spent the intervening time with friends who practise drinking much harder and more regularly than I do but with whom I think I kept up fairly well. I had a lovely time but genuinely thought I was going out for an hour or two for a drink or two, not for seven hours and several bottles – you can imagine how I am regretting this behaviour now and vowing not to do it again. Often in my life I have made vows of a similar sort. Often I have broken them. I have no will-power or – let’s face it – common-sense. I am, in short, a fool.
But you know that already.
Now, I have to go into town to collect some rings that have been in the jewellers for surgery. Why is it that the rest of me is very little, if at all, bigger than I was in my youth and yet my fingers seem to have got fatter? This seems mighty unfair. And is definitely rather costly.
Adieu, for the nonce, my dear Reader(s).
Your fond (and fairly efficient), Blogetteer.
Monday, 20 February 2012
Pitch(ure) Perfect
We didn’t get much time to rehearse because not everyone was able to arrive by 5 o’clock. Eventually we ended up doing a fair bit of practising in front of our gathering audience but they didn’t seem to mind too much; indeed, why should they? One and a bit concerts for the price of none can’t be bad, can it?
Naturally there was a dodgy moment or three – Abendlied went better than expected, I think, though I messed up the bit I had been telling Jenny on Wednesday I found perfectly easy – typical! At this point the Tenor 1 part (yes, Jen and I were growling again) comes in on the same note as the Altos have just finished on (or started on or something) only, in spite of how it’s written in the music, we should be an octave lower. I came in merrily on exactly the same note as the Altos, a whole octave too high and when I realised what I had done I had to swoop down to where I was supposed to be rather too quickly for any elegance of tone. Jenny said she didn’t notice but this was her last concert (sob, wail, gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair) so perhaps she was being kind. Or perhaps her hearing is not what it was after 5 years of me screeching in her ear...
The Lully Entrées were wonderful – our little band quite superb and I echo Anne and Harriet in their delight that the band was not just a band but consisted of three choir members who just moved along to where their instruments waited for them, played brilliantly and then returned to sing with us again. ‘Twas special. And well done to a very colourful Chris for staying in both his mind and body and producing a splendid solo – I knew he would.
Robin came along to sing with us after all which was a joy. We had the pleasure of his company in spite of his having had a trying day. The Tenor section was much stronger as a result – there would only have been a lonely two of them without him. Then there was the joy of his solo in Kiisu Miisu [see below] which gets better every time, (and, while I’m writing about this, Susan’s miaowing during this song has taken on a new life recently – she says she is doing it In Memoriam for Rufus and Rosie; fabulous stuff it is) >>> back to Robin ... a solo Ollie would have had to do otherwise (perhaps he was disappointed to see Robin running in, shirt-tails flapping and hair a-flop, but I don’t think so) and he joined us for the meal afterwards too which was lovely. (Having Robin there, I mean, though the meal was good too).
The pesky Lamb was up to its usual tricks, gambolling off out of control (tune) here and there but we managed to shepherd it back under some sort of order before we finished.
Everything else was OK – some quite lovely, of course. The audience was a good size and seemed to enjoy themselves – though there was a fair bit of wandering in and out and not all of it quiet. Anne was glaring at people from her seat in the middle of them but, rather surprisingly considering Anne’s glare, this didn’t make much difference. Why people (mis-)behave like this I don’t know – especially during quieter songs. It wouldn’t be difficult to wait until there’s some applause before coming in or going out; we do get applause, quite a lot of it really and none of the songs is so long that the waiting would be unacceptably protracted. Ah well! People, eh?!
Post-concert almost all of us headed off to Vittoria’s on Leith Walk for a farewell-to-Jenny-and-Anne meal. We thought it was a farewell-to-Harriet meal as well but it turns out she’s not actually leaving us just yet. Oops. We tried to include her in the Irish Blessing at the end of the concert but she waved her hand rather desperately, mouthing "No, I’m not going," so we had to give up on that one. I’d made her a card, too but I’ll just keep it until she really does leave (which will be all too soon once she’s completed her PhD). It will be signed by Jenny who’ll be long gone and anyone else who decides to leave before Harriet (don’t you dare) which will be a bit odd but... well, this IS Rudsambee.
Cards and presents given (Anne got gardening vouchers and gin (!), Jenny a teddy in a Rudsambee t-shirt (inspired,
At my age, I ask you!
IT’S NOT FAIR (stamp, scowl, stamp again).
So that’s that. I did it – two blogs. Good me.
Maybe I shall start calling myself your blogetteer again.
P.S. Re last week’s blog and the mention of "dusty, scratchy amber stuff" – I meant amber-coloured. Do you, Mr Commentator, think I am a fool????????
Thursday, 16 February 2012
Pre-Portrait Gallery
I arrived a little early for once and was delighted to come upon an intense rehearsal of the musical accompaniment to the Lully pieces. All three of our musicians had turned up and it was sounding really rather good. Tamsin was almost asleep, having had a looooooong day but still managed to pluck her harp strings with extraordinary energy. It was lovely to hear the three of them play together at long last – we’ve had Nikos on his guitar and Sebastian on his cello but never Nikos and Sebastian and never Tamsin at all. Once everyone turned up we spent a fair bit of time putting the whole thing together and it’s going to be fun. The basses – the three that are left (I forgot about Luke last week because he wasn’t there – that’s a bit insulting, isn’t it?) - were a little hesitant at first and they do have a tricky time coming in in the right place bit they were certainly sounding OK by the time we finished. Chris has a solo in the first (second) Entrée (oo! An accent. Thank you) and sings it splendidly. Usually. For some reason, on one of our run-throughs, he went completely and horribly wrong for no discernible reason at all…. one second he was singing merrily away and then came a wrong note and then another one and then…. well, there were no more notes, just the wrong one repeated rather a lot of times. Oh, it was funny. Kay was beside herself and she wasn’t the only one. It is so very hard to sing when killing oneself laughing. There was many a squawk and splutter. Poor Christopher had no idea at all how things went so badly wrong. I think it was a sort of out-of-body experience. Let’s hope he stays well inside his body tomorrow evening. [Poor Christopher realised later that he had mysteriously started singing the next page of the piece]