I'd like to teach the world to sing...
Oct. 29th, 2012 01:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sarah_orange*taps microphone*
"Is this thing on?"
Ah! Another sporadic attempt at remembering to use LiveJournal as it's better than FaceBook for writing down stuff (tm)
It's true though, when I was ill at the beginning of October I managed to look up when I had the same issue before (April 2007 I think) and confirm I had an anti-biotic allergy that I'd temporarily forgotten about. Doh. How much use would FB have been? None. That's how much.
So what have I been up to? Been playing badminton with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daevid, eddy_, maviscruet and timsinister which is rarely unhilarious if not quite the power workout I'd hoped for. Booked tickets to Japan for D, Mave, nigelmouse and myself for March next year - woot! And D and I have been having some singing lessons.
Yes you heard me right, singing lessons. I *really* enjoy singing.
Picked up a set of 3 as a groupon offer and have just booked up for 10 more. It's suprisingly liberating. Despite my often brash and loud exterior I'm a shy and sensitive soul lacking in confidence and desperately worried about making a twat of myself. But recent, drunken bouts of karaoke have made me realise that when I sing loudly and confidently I can a) generally make a noise which isn't too eargrindingly awful and b) completely rag my throat. So I took the opportunity to go for singing lessons (the group on was for music lessons and I did consider the flute...) - it's odd though - it feels like a far more potentially vain thing to do than going for lessons on an actual instrument. Weird. Maybe it's just me...? Anyhoo they've been a really good experience - more like psychotherapy than you'd imagine. I just *can't* sing confidently in front of people if I'm sober. but here I am warbling away at *quite some* volume at this poor little fellow (and Daevid - but he at least gets to inflict it back on me for the other half of the lesson). I think I'm picking up some stuff and am getting better, I have no illusions though, do not expect to see me on Britian's got talent as the goth Susan Boyle.
Anyhoo - Whitby on Thursday. Need to sort out my packing list and get on with the depressing bit where I assess what actually fits me ;)
Also - how the hell are *you*?
"Is this thing on?"
Ah! Another sporadic attempt at remembering to use LiveJournal as it's better than FaceBook for writing down stuff (tm)
It's true though, when I was ill at the beginning of October I managed to look up when I had the same issue before (April 2007 I think) and confirm I had an anti-biotic allergy that I'd temporarily forgotten about. Doh. How much use would FB have been? None. That's how much.
So what have I been up to? Been playing badminton with
daevid, eddy_, maviscruet and timsinister which is rarely unhilarious if not quite the power workout I'd hoped for. Booked tickets to Japan for D, Mave, nigelmouse and myself for March next year - woot! And D and I have been having some singing lessons. Yes you heard me right, singing lessons. I *really* enjoy singing.
Picked up a set of 3 as a groupon offer and have just booked up for 10 more. It's suprisingly liberating. Despite my often brash and loud exterior I'm a shy and sensitive soul lacking in confidence and desperately worried about making a twat of myself. But recent, drunken bouts of karaoke have made me realise that when I sing loudly and confidently I can a) generally make a noise which isn't too eargrindingly awful and b) completely rag my throat. So I took the opportunity to go for singing lessons (the group on was for music lessons and I did consider the flute...) - it's odd though - it feels like a far more potentially vain thing to do than going for lessons on an actual instrument. Weird. Maybe it's just me...? Anyhoo they've been a really good experience - more like psychotherapy than you'd imagine. I just *can't* sing confidently in front of people if I'm sober. but here I am warbling away at *quite some* volume at this poor little fellow (and Daevid - but he at least gets to inflict it back on me for the other half of the lesson). I think I'm picking up some stuff and am getting better, I have no illusions though, do not expect to see me on Britian's got talent as the goth Susan Boyle.
Anyhoo - Whitby on Thursday. Need to sort out my packing list and get on with the depressing bit where I assess what actually fits me ;)
Also - how the hell are *you*?
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Date: 2012-10-29 04:54 pm (UTC)Also hello, and possibly see you in Whitby :)
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Date: 2012-10-29 05:32 pm (UTC)Anthony is 20 and extremely camp so not too threatening - the noises you make in warm up are so much sillier than you're used to that it kinda dis-arms you :)
He's so young that he'd not really heard of Radiohead (D was singing street spirit this week) - but camp enough to appreciate my first week's choice of 'Cabaret' :)
indeed - see you there hopefully :D
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Date: 2012-10-29 06:23 pm (UTC):P
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Date: 2012-10-30 12:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-29 06:44 pm (UTC)I've always thought of singing as a very personal thing, more so than playing and instrument so
I guess that might be why it feels a little more vain and indulgent.
Woot! See you at the weekend and I am fine and dandy thank you for asking :)
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Date: 2012-10-30 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-29 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-30 12:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-29 07:51 pm (UTC)Life in London is, well, big and expensive but becoming more fun since we moved slapbang into Zone 1. Seriously, we're ten minutes from the Globe theatre. (Which is closed for the Winter now, but hey!)
Miss you lots lovely lady xx
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Date: 2012-10-30 12:19 pm (UTC)aw! miss you too fluffle!
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Date: 2012-10-30 07:24 pm (UTC)Me I'm not doing anything as exciting as Whitby. Sparks in Birmingham last week, Dead can dance
from the fearful height of the back row of the circle of the Royal Albert Hall (I am fearful of heights),
The Arctic Circles Halloween broadcast last night and a Day of the Dead celebration in the Old Vic tunnels
under Waterloo station on Friday (oh and the next Secret Cinema event in a couple of weeks).
Not doing much socially as I suspect most my acquaintances of having grown old.