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Day by Day Life of a London Creative 2019
DAY ONE: So Quirky Choirs for Kids had a little concert in a church in Hampstead this week (See quirkychoirs on insta) A couple of my singing groups came together to sing some of my favourite selections from my spiritual collection of arrangements:
Father Along (inspired by Ellen MacIllwaine)
Down In the River to Pray
Love be in my Head – which we did with actions
Wade in the Water
Jerusalem – which we sang with the organist! This is the kids’ favourite
Danny Boy
and more
I wept during some of their solos. Moving stuff.
This is just one of the touching messages received afterwards:
“Thank you so much for the lovely singing this morning at the Church. It is always so uplifting to hear the choir and to see them in your thrall! I especially love the way you are getting them to work on harmonising. I just wish I’d had [someone like you] when I was Lizzie’s age.” Makes all the hard work worthwhile.
Beautiful, but it was a long day. I had a look at a possible rental in Hampstead, which wasn’t quite right for me as too much like a bedsit but I made a new friend in the landlady. After which I held a series of private classical piano lessons all over London.
Finished at 8pm and was invited to dine with the last family (I teach both parents and the children as well back to back in that French household) in Notting Hill which was an invitation I could not refuse as I was exhausted. The glass of wine was a welcome treat at the end of such a weekend of intensive work.
Long live the muse. Signing off now x FREYjA x