Last Saturday afternoon I had the privilege of directing the debut performance of the Sing Tower Hamlets community choir.
I was overwhelmed, honestly, by the sheer joy of it all: by the fact that 19 men and women who sang as a group for the first time less than two months ago gave such a great performance together; by the number of people who braved the ridiculous weather* to come along and support friends and family; by the beautiful sound a room full of people can make together when inflicted with a bit of impromptu audience participation; by the amazing spread of baked goods provided by the choir themselves (if the only thing better than singing is more singing, then the only thing better than more singing is more singing with CAKE).
I’ve spent many years dreaming about running my own choir, so it goes without saying that Saturday was a pretty cool milestone for me. There’s definitely something incredibly satisfying about taking a moment to step back and think: I made this happen. But it’s also very beautiful to see that thing you’ve created taking on a community-gathering, each-other-encouraging, joyful-noise-making life of its own.
To my brilliant choir: I know I’m biased, but you guys are great. Thank you for your hard work up to this point, for a great debut concert, and a super fun first term. Roll on next term!
* Oh yeah – about that, England. It’s not funny any more. My doctor’s giving me blood tests to check for vitamin D deficiency. Blood tests for crying out loud. We’re all ready for Spring now. Seriously. Make it happen.