Last night apart from lovely and sunny and warm and perfect for sitting in the garden with a cold cerveza, was also drama night. Having walked the deceptively long route from Wellingborough station to the Hind Hotel for practise, I arrived to find that I couldn't open the door. At first I thought I was the first one there (even though I was 5 minutes late and a little sweaty I might add!), I thought that perhaps I was the keen bean newbie and that a more relaxed vibe was needed, not promptness. Thankfully after a few forceful rattlings of the door knob, I could hear shufflings and someone coming to the door. Yes I wasn't the only one. There was a grand sum of 3 of us last night but it was small and perfectly formed. We did some improv work, retelling song lyrics conveying sadness or anger, spoken word not sung. I did Walk on By one of favourite songs and both times ended up cracking up as soon as I caught someones eye. I don't know if I can do serious. Comedy or should I say immaturity is more my style. I need to develop my serious side. This is hard because I have never been serious in my life. I think the most serious I have ever been was when I was robbed on the street last year of all my worldly goods from my removal van (that's a blog for another time), serious I definitely was. Sad, angry, pathetically anxious and worried sick. I was sorry to be leaving London before that happened, suddenly leaving London seemed like the best thing in the world to do and I just wanted to get out of there as soon as another van could be organised. As it happens, I was packed up (with what was left, not much I can tell you) and on the road up the M1 within 3 hours. I think if I had to do a really serious scene where anger is needed, I would channel how I felt that day. But last night with the sun shining and a beer calling, I wanted to do nice light things. So we did some singing instead.
Now I am not known for my awe inspiring vocal talent, I can hold a note of sorts but as soon as that note has to change to a different one I am in trouble. Suddenly I am a teenage boy who's balls are dropping. However my drama leader Rosie was quite happy with what came out doing some scales. She reckons I could belt out some high notes with some training. So now I am on a mission to find a song that I would really like to be able to "belt out". Something with some crazy vocal riffs. When it comes to music I prefer to listen to men singing than women. If you put me in a room with Katie Melua then I might be forced to shove that guitar up her backside. However put me in a room with that gentle giant of a man, Guy Garvey from Elbow and I will sit like a well behaved child, cross legged on the floor and listen to his beautiful voice. How can a man that looks so much like Grizzly Adams make such lovely noises?!
Anyway I have to find a song that I would like to belt out. I think seeing as I love him so much, I might have to go for an Elbow song or my other hero, David Bowie....not different much huh?! I could do Space Oddity and put on a Bowie warble!
I think I prefer singing to acting actually, it seems to come a bit more naturally (apart from my super natural comedy moments). Rosie suggested a musical performance, I like the idea of Miss Saigon, now that I would be happy to perform in front of Welly!! I could be a Vietnamese hooker and do it a bit drag, you know a woman pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman. As usual I'd probably end up looking like Kenny Everett. Another hero of mine who I would have been if I was born a man.. 30 years earlier.
Do we think I have a thing for unconvincing men in drag?!! What with this and Pauline the Taxi Driver!
Anyway best get on, got some policy to write and a garden just begging to be sat in later..... "Camarero, una cerveza por favor"!!
Ttfn xxxxxx
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