It felt good to be part of a choir again. After 3 days of practice, we sang Christmas carols at Midnight Mass. We're due to sing again twice on Christmas Day on stage in the theatre, and on deck around the main pool. Nice feeling for us all, to get applause from our 3,000 audience. Singing your heart out is one of the blessings of being human, especially in a choir where better singers drown out your voice.
As a child, I sang in Canterbury Cathedral choir, not regularly, but when 'regular' choirboys were ill or away. If you imagine the song, 'The Snowman' (Walking in the air), that was my voice. It was a fabulous time, with echoes in from the Cathedral heights lasting a number of seconds. Descant echoes move your heart and your hair. But then my voice broke...
It felt good to be part of a choir again. After 3 days of practice, we sang Christmas carols at Midnight Mass. We're due to sing again twice on Christmas Day on stage in the theatre, and on deck around the main pool. Nice feeling for us all, to get applause from our 3,000 audience. Singing your heart out is one of the blessings of being human, especially in a choir where better singers drown out your voice. Comments are closed.
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AuthorSee my weird-but-true first blog post on December 1st 2011, for an overview of my polymath, joyful and horrid fairy tale life. Taste the yummy, Godly, disgusting and loving ingredients of future posts - all truthful, with just a little artistic licence. Archives
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