I just spent a good few minutes staring into the middle distance in my office, trying to work out how to theme this post and what to write at the beginning of it. Then I opened my notebook and flicked through it absently. Then I clicked on my WhatsApp window and scrolled down a couple of conversations I’ve had with friends.
Then I snapped out of it and just started to write.
Normally I open these weekly round-ups with a spiel about something that’s been on my mind over the last few days, but very little has been in my head this week except a constant spinning to-do list, rolling down into an eternal deep. Read more
Spotify has the ability to create a playlist of stuff you’ve listened to the most over the past year. It’s interesting to look at what I’ve been listening to (and always amusing to see Cecilia Bartoli next to Necro…)
This is one of those posts I might not actually post. I’m paranoid that it’ll sound weird, or self-serving, or something. But I’m going to write it anyway, because writing is good.
It’s about singing.
I’ve been trying to make more friends in London ever since I moved back here, but it’s difficult. Especially if you’re in my age group (late twenties) but enjoy pursuits that are mostly enjoyed by people in other age groups (sitting down, not going out drinking).
So I joined a choir. This was a two-birds-one-stone decision really; I’ve been meaning to go back to singing soprano for ages. After a foray into gigging my own punk-folk songs in 2013-14, last year was musically quiet, and this year I wanted to get back into it. And there’s nothing like soaring over soprano notes to make you feel on top of the world.
Before you start reading, click the play button. I feel like this one should have a musical accompaniment.
All settled in? Good.
Well, this week’s been interesting.