52% intelligent. 9% modest. More monkey than bear.
Tuesday 26 January 2016
dreams hang in the air...
About six weeks ago, I decided that I'd take the next step at choir and sign up to sing a solo at a singposium. This isn't an audition as such, but it's a chance to sing in front of an audience and to receive feedback on your performance. It's a step up from just being a member of the choir and towards perhaps auditioning a solo for one of our concerts. I wasn't sure if I was ready to do it, but I'd already picked out a song, and I signed up because I knew I would be disappointed in myself if I didn't at least try. The worst thing that can happen is that I get some feedback that might help make me a better singer.
I chose a song that I thought would work well in my register (and actually, because of the backing track that I have, I'm probably singing it even deeper than I initially thought). The song came to mind because I heard a cover of it on the wonderful Smith & Burrows album on the way back up in the car from my parent's house at Christmas. Tom Smith has a pretty deep and resonant voice, and the idea sort of took root from there.
The singposium is on Saturday, and I'm not really sure how I feel about it. I'm not exactly nervous, but it has been an awfully long time since I sang on my own in front of other people. I've practiced the song a lot and know it pretty well. I'm singing it quite low in my register, but I hope it sounds okay... although I suppose I'm about to find out.
This evening, when I got home from choir practice, I found out that Colin Vearncombe, the voice of Black and the author of the song, has died at the age of 53. I knew he had been in a serious car accident a while back, but actually hearing that he's died was a bit of a shock and is very sad news indeed.
It's a beautiful, sad song and I hope I can do it justice.