Do you ever have magical kind of days when all of time seems to stop and there is only one moment that you live in, almost like some altered reality?
She wanted me to listen to some singers, all different kinds, most I had really never heard of: Bruno Mars, another fellow whose name I can’t remember who sang like Frank Sonatra, Regina Spektar who I think is Russian, a Blues singer who uses throat singing like Tibetan monks. We listened I think for hours. She explained what I was hearing, the singer techniques, how they turned their weaknesses into strengths. We discussed experimenting with styles and a host of other musical ideas in her wonderful living room.
It hard to explain how new this all is to me, this whole world of sound. I have rarely even listened to music since I was a teenager. I only sing with the congregation at church once a week. Why am I trying to play a mandolin and now discovered this awesome singing teacher?
I think it’s all because of one song my Dad knew: Ar Hyd y Nos or all Through the Night. It’s one of the few I know. I can sing it in Welsh, well, just the first verse, and not very prettily. But with this teachers help I think there’s hope that I’ll be able to sing it for my girls and my grandchildren, maybe even my family in Wales. We’ll see. For now I’ll just cherish those time standing still moments with this brilliant young teacher of mine like a cat soaking up the sunshine streaming through a magical window.