EVERYTHING HAS ITS MOMENT

I think I’d like to start a choir again. Yes, I know - it must be Christmas talking, the season of choral harmony. It’s reminding me how much fun it was.

I particularly enjoyed writing the arrangements. As difficult as it was, and as often as I was up until the early hours moving quavers around a screen, there have been few things quite so rewarding.

Don’t worry. I don’t have scope to do it. Nor is it really the right season. Nonetheless, the idea of creating a hilarious community of singers and friends is still appealing.

Perhaps I can write arrangements still. Maybe I could even start working out my own tunes again - lovely melodies and counterpoint that dances across the staves. I’m not wholly sure what I would do with them though. No-one’s heard of me, no-one’s going to commission a piece or draft me in.

But then maybe I should just do it for my own amusement. I sense disappointment though - with all the processing power in the world, my computer isn’t going to sound warm or funny, or even human when I hit playback. I’d need to hear it properly.

I wonder what we would have done this Christmas. Last year, I wrote a tune especially; largely forgotten now, though not by me. Perhaps we’d have done a medley, perhaps we’d have braved the time signature and strangeness of The Angel Gabriel From Heaven Came? Or perhaps we’d have kept it simple and sweet with my quiet idea for See Amid The Winter’s Snow.

Oh well. Everything has its moment. I do like to think that one day though, I’ll do it again and build a choir from the ground up. For a while, as I excitedly reminded everyone who wanted to know, it was the most fun thing I did.