Category: Togetherness
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This is how singing together feels . . .
I’ve been involved in serving up several video clips of the SongWave Choir’s concert series over the weekend of the 21st of June, and in the course of putting the page (Singing Up A Storm 2024) together, I found this still that seemed to encapsulate the collective joy of our experience. The applause was nice,…
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Storm at Sea
So the SongWave Choir have finished their weekend series of concerts, Singing up a Storm, and we exhausted but energised singers are recuperating. After presenting a huge accumulation of metaphors, relating to sea and sand, water and nurture, hearth and home and shelter from the storm, we’ve sung ourselves hoarse. I believe the concerts, which…
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An opportunistic dawn
So I was out in my dressing gown at 7am yesterday morning, dropping a tray of cat litter into the bin before the dustmen arrived, and therefore I managed to catch a glorious sunrise which did indeed presage a brilliantly sunshiny day. But I’d not have seen it if it weren’t for the cat. How…
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. . . come sailing by . . .
Among the eclectic variety of seasonal songs, delivered with appropriate gusto by the SongWave Choir over our weekend of concerts, the lower voices shared in a Humberside version of the carol ‘I Saw Three Ships.’ As related in the programme notes, the connection of the ships to the heralded events surrounding the Nativity was finally clarified…
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In the face of death . . .
I was going to sit here, after our festive lights have come on in the dark late afternoon, and write about the joy of singing. Or the joy of participation — we’ve got tickets for the annual pantomime put on by the Youth Players at the CatStrand Arts Centre, just down the High Street from…
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The encompassing comfort of family and friends . . .
In normal times, I guess, family and friends are just ‘there,’ part of our lives but busy with their own circumstances too. It’s when crises arise that our support network coalesces and keeps us going. I have been the focus of a crisis or two, as it happens, when my beloved might have collapsed under…
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Cleaning out the eyrie
There are two bells in the New Galloway Town Hall tower: the larger one is bonged either by a hammer engaged with the clock mechanism, or by its pendulous clapper when the stout bell-ringing rope is pulled; the smaller one, with a higher tone, which rings only when its own rope is pulled. I know…
Roads to Joy 