Since we last spoke dear blog reader, I've had a fairly hectic few days - busy, but happy you might say. Wednesday last was Kew the Music with Elaine and Susle Barran-Poolopot - M people were fab! AND the rain held off... picnic and the most glamorous/comfortable picnic rug - thanks E! Complimentary tickets from Baz who was chief grand crocodile for the eve. I've heard Baz speak more through a microphone than face to face this last little while...
Then Thursday we had a long day's rehearsal for Friday's very successful concert. I was learning my music and words all Friday morning plus writing a 100-ish point crib sheet for the choir to transfer dynamics into their parts with for the Zadok the Priest which I was conducting. Also had to mark up the 6 orchestral parts. Quite a morning.
Managed to get to Mass that morning with Julia which I'd been feeling sorely in need of. We also went to see Fuschia Peters' dance students from London College perform in their end of year show at the Wimbledon Theatre on Sunday. Excellent stuff, although the standard was sometimes mixed.
Friday's concert was huge, huge fun - I managed to pace myself just right although cracked on my top G in Ol' Man River - tant pis! Also had a memory lapse in If I were a rich man but no damage done. One word fluff and apart from these few slip-ups really very pleased with how I performed. Thanks to the 17 of you who came either directly or indirectly to support me. A few hundred in the audience and drinks after at the Westminster Arms for the Medici plus gang. Special thanks to Zoe aged 13, Erwan aged 11 and Mary aged 9 who had been dragged along by their 'rentals and didn't seem to have moaned too much!
Zadok went well: good work Medici - gosh! Conducting is really fun! The rehearsing of it is absolutely exhausting though and how people deal with really hard music as well as all the management of it I'm not sure I want to know - for the time being anyway. I did a little piece of mine as well which also seemed to go down nicely - something I'd written for Jenny Wheatley's wedding which is this August. HOPEFULLY she'll get to hear it on the day.
I've been doing various DIY tasks round the flat... er.... Harper Hall... here on my (council) estate in Battersea: the great revolution of getting a new boiler 2 years ago means that I now have two reasonable sized cupboard spaces waiting for development and the blessed folk from Wandsworth are shortly to be doing just that.
I have a friend who had a dream once about discovering an extra room in her house - it's a dream I've had myself years ago. I asked a composer/dream analyst about it and he said it often signifies discovering a new side or part of yourself: possibly even having children or desiring to. Well, even getting new cupboards is fairly exciting. God-daughter Zoe's parents Clare n Phil managed to buy the flat downstairs when their neighbour died - the sort of stretching out of tent pegs that many people dream of.
Things seem pretty good at the moment - life is coming together. I'm jogging again - foot has recovered. Voice is as good/better than it's ever been, and flat is being enjoyed as opposed to endured.
For all of which.....
MOLTISSIME GRAZIE!
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