Competitions are done and dusted for another year. I got into the car after prize-giving and realised I could actually put something in the CD player that wasn’t a competition piece!* This will be a long post as I go through the classes, as much for me to reflect on as for you to read. Grab yourselves a cuppa and a bikkie and get comfortable.
Next up was British Art Song, the beautiful King David. It was my first time entering this class. I concentrated on telling the story and having a smooth line and I think my teacher – who unfortunately was out of town this weekend – would have been pleased with the climactic phrase which she had been urging me to make more of. I had some more timing issues but nothing too terrible and from an audience point of view, not neccesarily obvious. The Dunedin singer sang Danny Boy beautifully. The adjudicator said when reading the results for this class “This singer sang a song I love and sang it so beautifully I nearly cried”. I leaned over to one of my singing friends and whispered “That’s her (meaning Dunedin singer) for first then”. And then the adjudicator said ‘First place to Christine McLeod” and my jaw nearly hit the floor! So that was a very nice moment for me.
Next morning was a very early start – FB friends will have seen my grumbles about being asked to sing Oratorio at 9am in the morning! Fortunately I had French Art (Mandoline – Faure) to warm me into it. I was, sadly, the only entrant in that class. It amazes me that so few people down here sing French Art songs, there are so many to-die for pieces. Anyway, I got first and the adjudicator pointed out that she was not at all obliged to give a first, or second or third for that matter. but that I deserved first. I think I sang it reasonably well although I fluffed a couple of words which annoyed me. Next Oratorio, With Verdure Clad. This one took a LOT of work for me and I still feel I’ve got a long way to go with it. However I actually felt quite good during the performance and finally did as my teacher tried to get me to do, and ‘went operatic’ at the high arching phrases. Isn’t in amazing (<— sarcasm) how it’s so much easier when you do what your teacher tells you? End result, a second, which I was very happy with.
Next up Lieder, Schubert’s ‘Nacht und Traume.’ Only 2 pages but oh what 2 pages they are. I seriously would have liked an extra pair of lungs for the loooooong phrases. Was reasonably happy with the way I sang it and got a 3rd.
Then the big one, the Scholarship class. I thought I might have had a good shot at it this year, but after hearing the Dunedin singer, I knew it was unlikely. So I decided to forget about trying to win and just get out there and have fun. I wore my ‘singing dress‘ as I wanted something that I could make look a bit girly and flirty for my contrasting piece (Les Filles de Cadix). Firstly the test piece, Spring Goeth All in White. It went well although I could have put more contrast into it. Then Les Filles. As I have mentioned before, I tend to be a bit of a statue (apart from the old shaky knees) when I sing, so I decided I was going to really move and act out the part. And I did!! And as I sang I could see the audience smiling as they got the characterisation. There were moments in the singing where things definitely weren’t perfect but I reckon I did a pretty good job of it overall. And when I popped out the top C# at the end, frankly I didn’t care about the competition, I just was just mentally going “Woooo!” So no win, but definately satisfaction that I had made some progress with my singing.
So a good weekend, meeting old friends, hearing voices developing, hearing new music (Andres Maienlied!), and winning a pretty cup. And best of all? My voice survived without going all husky.