This photo was taken after I got home from the concert. Because if my dearly beloved had tried to take this photo beforehand, I would have a) most definitely not been smiling and b) snapped at him for…oh I don’t know, taking too long, not taking long enough, not finding a better place to pose…heck I would have found something. I was wound up tighter than a badly-tuned lute.
So to the concert. I was second last on the schedule. There were some lovely items before mine. At least I’m sure they were lovely because they were all by people I know and love who would have sung/played beautifully. I have no idea really, because all the time they were performing the little voice in my head was going “You have to sing the Alleluia! You have to do all the runs without ending up in the rose bushes
! You have to sing a top C at the end. Fleeeee!!!” Except I couldn’t flee because I was sandwiched in the middle of the row between all the other performers.
As the singers among you will know (Hi Sarah! Hi Amanda!) singing without a warm-up is far from ideal. As a soloist in a choral work, you can usually do some humming exercises under-cover of a loud chorus but no such opportunity here. The first word I was due to sing was ‘Es’ so not even the assistance of a consonant to get me started.
So finally the moment arrived. I stood up, moved gracefully up to the stage in my new posh frock (if it was going to be a disaster at least people could say “Never mind dear, you looked lovely” as I sobbed into the folds of my chiffon skirt). First up ‘Es Ist Ein Ros Entsprungen’. At least the tessitura was nice and low to middling. I probably mangled the German but all in all it went well. Next up was what the organisers had described in a newspaper article earlier in the week as a ‘highlight of the concert’
– the hymn written by the late Russell Cowley ‘Sweeter Sounds Than Music Knows’. Apart from a bit of a tight-sounding ‘sweeter’ at the start, I think Russell would have been happy with my rendition.
And then, old Short-and-Deadly, the Alleluia. I’m going to go a bit stream of consciousness on y’all here and channel the voice in my head. Accompanist starts at a nice comfortable pace. First few phrases nice and firm and clear. Here comes the first run, big breath, muscles supporting and……away we go! Nice and even, no mistakes – bit tight on the A at end of the run but not bad, not bad. First half down, no dramas. But uh-oh, second section, the big runny bit and……. hey no worries, all in one breath, no mistakes, niiiice smooth singing on the offbeat accented bit. Woo I can do this!! Settle petal we’ve still got that top C. Open throat, here it comes, take foot off pedal to prevent yodel…..oh bit over-excited there, small yodel, don’t care IdiditIdiditIdidit!!!
And there you have it, a mountain has been scaled and I can’t tell you what a weight off my chest that is. Next up a whole bunch of lovely Mozart for Easter church services and then into Dido & Aeneas. Thanks for putting up with my drama queen-ness darlings 🙂