Life through the Lens (11 April 2021)

When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.

image showing a silhouette of a camera

I loved this peacock, who was very interested in the camera!

Intimidated

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 11 April 2021, jettison.

Out of cradle, I met a new belle,
She turned out to be woman from hell,
Pints of Guiness she’d supp,
Then would pee standing up.
And a long burst of gas would expel.

Googled

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 10 April 2021, complacent.

When his tv would show no more pictures,
Searched all day for replacement first-rate,
Thought just to be sure,
He’d pop down to the store,
But he’d left it five minutes too late.

Manual Transmission

for the Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge of 10 April 2021, wheels. Click through.

Tour of Britain, 2011. Wells, Somerset

Nightingale

This is my response to the earlier Flashback Track Friday prompt. Fancied some music today… eventually!


This fresh-faced boy, the new addition,
Invisible, no bode,
But golden voice betrayed the gift,
With which he’d been bestowed..

This crystal-clear soprano,
A voice of honey, sweet,
From bud to fragrant beauty,
With talent he’s replete

A malleable infant,
A songbird to perform,
His pitch might be an angel’s
In holy uniform.

Uneasy moments followed,
Not caring to belong,
With such abundant talent,
What needs had he beyond?

A voice he took for granted,
No inkling of the worth,
Just something that came natural,
A talent had since birth.

Brilliant prompt, KK. I would never otherwise have even thought of this. I have found this with FBTF – that was why I jumped at the chance to get involved. It has me looking in crevices that I had long since forgotten even existed.

I was about eight or nine, and the music teacher at school announced that the local church was looking for new recruits to its choir. I have no idea why, but along with a couple of others, I stepped forward. Within a few weeks, I was the most junior member of the choir at St David, Childwall.

I stuck with it. From this timid creature to start with, I rose gradually through the choir, made a place for myself. I never really appreciated the talent I had, but in hindsight, I must have been good. When the local churches banded together for some event, as they did frequently, I was the one who sang solo. I was embarrassed by this – this ability set me apart when I just wanted to be a part of the crew. There was jealousy from other boys, but looking back I did not help myself. I knew I was talented, I was conceited, I must have been a nightmare to work with. But that’s part of growing up, no? The realisation that we are not the centre of the universe? Bear in mind, I’m probably talking about a twelve-year-old boy here.

I started attending soccer matches. Shouting, chanting, not caring about my voice. As it was breaking by then, I cared even less. And, to my shame, there are no recordings of my voice. I know that this disappointed my parents, especially. I remember wiping over one cassette, not long after leaving the choir. Again, no appreciation of the precious gift I once had.

My experience in that church was very formative, I ended up walking away, extremely disillusioned, and my experiences were the seed for many of the views that I hold today – not views on religion, per se, but more specifically churches. I posted on this here, if you would like to read, but today I wish to confine myself to the music.

So, I lastly wanted to present some music today. It is a solo I once performed, although the version you hear is not me. Not just me, but quite universally, this is a challenge among challenges. . You’re straight in, at the very top of the range, you have to hit that top note clear as a bell, no run-up.

I do wonder, now, just how good I was. I know I took my talent for granted, but I guess we’ll never know how much of it I actually had. But I stood there and performed this piece, to an audience of hundreds. Possibly not as well as this recording, but it can’t have been that far short. That’s how good I must have been.

The whole piece is just over 4 minutes.