‘Write a piece for the choir mag,’ he said. ‘Go on, its easy. Just look at the prompt sheet I’ve given you – there will be plenty of ideas. Like “How to appreciate music” or “How you came to join the choir”’ . . . . . hmmmmm.
Do you believe in predestination? Read on!
I had an unfortunate childhood, coming from a long line of bass’tards (although my mother says I’m not one myself). My first few months were spent in a bassinette used as a cot. I was christened in a beautiful church with an impressive bassilica. From an early age I was a profound thinker with a deep understanding of the bassic issues. When 7 or 8 years of age I wanted to learn to play a musical instrument but my father’s business, selling basalt, had hit rock bottom. Therefore my coveted bassoon was out of the question – so no musical education for me.
As adolescence took hold, my first glimpse of a girl in a bassque was enough to make both my voice and several other bits drop! Later, as maturity and a career developed, I taught for many years in a bassin (sorry – sink) school which nearly turned me into a bassket case. However, in the nick of time, I was saved from the nadir of musical despond, by a basstion of NMMVC who pursuaded me to come to a rehearsal. And, captivated by the first song, I mused on which section would be for me . . . tenors I think!
ps. my favourites
- Food sea (‘C’) bass
- Colour deep brown
- Holiday destination Red Sea (lowest ‘C’)
- Beer Red Label Bass
- Book Hound of the Basskervilles
- Film Bassic Instinct
- Actress Kim Bassinger
- Foreign expression Basster! Basster!
- Monument Bassilisk
- Shakesperean character Bassario (Merchant of Venice)
- Cigarette Embassy