I've been thinking a lot recently about the idea of expanding one's comfort zone from within, as opposed to stepping out of it (useful posts here from Havi Brooks
and Jem Bloomfield
), in the context of singing - purely because I spend a lot of my spare time doing it.
I estimated a couple of months ago that I've averaged two hours of choral singing a week over the past decade. There have, of course, been lighter patches (2007, of which I spent a third in Spain and Germany not singing much at all, and my second and third years at university, when I decided that the need of the serving team was greater than the need of the chapel choir), but they are balanced out by the five years I spent in the choir at Holy Trinity, Guildford. During term time we did two services every Sunday, with a half hour or forty-five minute rehearsal before each one, and an hour's practice every Thursday. As a result I know a lot of the standard church music repertoire inside out and back to front: if we assume that each piece was sung twice a year, once during a morning service and once at an evensong, then I've performed most of them ten times.
I was not at all confident when I joined. All my life I've been close to people who have more singing experience than I do and, while they have been nothing but supportive, I've always been able to see that their sightreading was better than mine, that they were more confident than I was, that they could hold a line against all comers and I couldn't. Fortunately, when I joined Holy Trinity, there were plenty of other altos to follow.
I've joined two new choirs over the past year, and I'm still singing less than I was at Holy Trinity. They have both proved the expansion of my comfort zone, in very different ways.
The first one was one of the several choirs that run out of my parish church. The workload is considerably less: we sing one, maybe two, services every month, with an hour's rehearsal beforehand, and a rehearsal on the preceding Friday. This is very much flying by the seat of the pants: a lot of sightreading, and no guarantee that there'll be anyone else on your part to prop you up.
And that doesn't scare me any more. Once upon a time I would have been too terrified even to consider joining this choir, but my comfort zone has expanded to encompass this method too.
Granted, some of this is stuff I already know from Holy Trinity. On Easter Sunday I was the only alto at evensong. That was fine: we did Blessed be the God and Father
, which I have sung every Easter since 2008. On the other hand, I was the only alto at the previous evensong, and I was sightreading an anthem... I can't remember what it was, only that I'd never seen it before in my life, and that the alto line contained several top Gs. The very first piece that I did with the new choir was Herbert Howells' Requiem; that, thank goodness, had rather more rehearsal time dedicated to it.
The other choir is pretty much the complete opposite. In this choir, ten weeks to learn three pieces is presented as a frighteningly tight timescale. This is the workplace choir, set up by the social club and the excellent Workplace Choir Company
. Its basic assumption is that nobody has sung anything since they were at school, when they were probably told by a teacher that they couldn't. This seemed to be about right at my workplace. There was a question early on: who was in a choir already? I was one of perhaps three people who raised their hands. Three out of sixty, and the only one in the first altos.
There was the solo. (But I've done solos before, in front of people who would know exactly where I'd gone wrong.) There was the fact that I was doing the solo with a microphone. (That was new territory.) There was the responsibility. At one point the Director of the Executive Office told me, 'You're our leader'. I'm not even sure that she was joking. (I have never before in my life been the most experienced member of a large choir.) There was the assuring of everybody that everything was going to be fine.
And somehow I was able to meet it all with a general attitude of 'Bring it on!' Solo? Bring it on! Microphone? Bring it on! Teaching a tricky snippet to the rest of my section without reference to a piano? Bring it on! It's being filmed? Wait, what? Er, bring it on! Thank you, comfort zone, expanding yourself while I wasn't even looking.
I managed to appear calm through the performance, although it wasn't until last week, when the high-quality video was made available, that I was able to see whether or not I'd cocked it up. I never know how a solo has gone after the event. I'd like to think that's because I'm so absorbed in the music that I've no space left in my head to remember it, but it's happened before when I've lost a bar in the middle of it.
Anyway, it turns out it wasn't too bad, all things considered. Here's the result. I'm the tallest soloist, in the green shirt, singing the alto part in the second verse. Me and my expanded comfort zone.
UNISON CHOIR - Sound of Silence from The Workplace Choir Company on Vimeo.