What I Did In The Holidays by Ann Alex

Blog readers may have noticed my absence from the blog during the past week, although the distaff side of BSH has been well covered by Kath Jobes and Debra Milne.  (Lance likes the distaff reference; if you are puzzled, it’s something to do with weaving in Shakespeare, just ask Lance).  Anyway, I was away on a singing holiday. 

Thirteen of us formed a scratch choir and sang everything from Bach chorales to music hall to folk songs to jazz.  It was all great fun, in the beautiful Coniston area of the Lake District.  On the final evening people who wanted could perform solo so I jumped at the chance to sing jazz with the pianist from the course.  We decided to do All Of Me; Bye Bye Blackbird and Everytime We Say Goodbye. As we rehearsed, up stepped another person from the group, who said he’d love to sing as well.  I’d planned all sorts of fancy arrangements for myself, but hadn’t the heart to say ‘no’ so we sang together, each improvising a little yet trying to blend.  It turned out that Mike, my fellow singer, had been doing jazz for years and had a lovely light-toned voice. The pianist, who hadn’t played all that much jazz before, managed to work out the chords no bother.  I missed the flowing piano of a Gilligan or a Law, but it was still good.  The moral of the story is that singers have to be prepared for anything, or anyone, that crops up.  The audience said they liked it anyway!

Ann Alex