The Show at Wellington

Woke up on the 21st with a frog for a voice and a trip to Wellington to play a show at the St James that night… impending.

You have heard of shows being cancelled due to viruses and yes there was a moment where I considered calling my agent to ‘cancel’ as I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to sing a three-hour show that night.

It was quite an interesting predicament to be in however I am always of the train of thought that “the show must always going on”. For all those people who had gone out of their way to get tickets I had to get up and work on Plan B.

Plan B – How to get my voice back in 10 easy steps.

1. Utterly convince my self that my voice would be back in time for the show.
2. Take copious amounts of Vitamin C
3. Drink a large Tank juice with extra vitamin C at the airport
4. Go up to a high altitude in a plane.
5. Totally freak my self out with flying so I didn’t think about my voice for an hour.
6. Buy a salad for lunch with loads of cabbage (don’t ask me why I thought that would help)
7. Eat gluten free ginger biscuit’s (don’t ask me why I thought that might help either)
8. Drink a bottle of organic ginger beer
9. Pop three Vitamin C tablets.
10. Do a three-hour rehearsal before the show without using my voice too much – now that was hard.

And voila

For some reason, I think it was Step 1 my voice came back for three hours and I managed to sing a great set.

The band: Wayne Bell, Nick Gaffaney, Mark Hughes, Michael Larsen and Ben Fulton played so beautifully. They are such great players and I am always incredibly grateful to be able to stand on stage with such talent.

Willa Cameron (nee Neil) came up to sing Melusine – it was so great to hear her perform, she really is a national treasure and I do hope to see her on stage a little more.

I loved the Wellington show – the audience was amazing. Not one sound was uttered. Everyone listened.

At first this might seem a little disconcerting to a musician but to be honest from where I stand there is nothing better than performing to an audience that listens.

Usually you can hear the clink of glasses and the chatter of folks who find it necessary to talk loudly about their latest frock purchase and cackle out loud right in the middle of your quietest song.

Note to your self: Everyone can hear you including those folks on stage and it “ain’t” pretty.

It reminds me of the time I went to see the Bee Gees and everyone around me thought that singing along to the tunes would some how enhance the listening pleasure of others.

Note to yourself: We paid to see the concert – not listen to you and by the way you can’t sing in tune… it’s wrong, really wrong.

Get a room and do it in private. Go to Karaoke or get Sing Star. Yes everyone can sing but never underestimate singing as an art form. Yes that is exactly why people DON’T pay to hear you.

After the show we were whisked off to Shinobi for Marguerites’ and Salmon sushi then back to the Museum Hotel for a great nights sleep.

Woke up the next morning sharing my throat with that frog again although this time it’s a little more stubborn.

This time it has won I don’t have a voice, not a skerick or an ounce so I am going to ‘rest ‘ it away with a day off… I know I will write a blog.