Tag Archives: singing

Jade, singing in the back seat of the van

15 Apr

“Yippee-eye-yaaaaaay!

Yippee-eye-ooooooo-oooh….

No spiders in the sky…”

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Rockin the Casbah

17 Mar


I am so excited about the bellydance show I’m going to be in on Saturday!  Someday I would love to learn how to bellydance, but for now, I’ll settle for helping to provide the music.

Nita Collins, who is the teacher of Celebrations Bellydance school and the leader of the Saba Middle Eastern Dance Ensemble, also happens to be the Big Band’s bari sax player.  For this show, she decided to combine her love of Big Band music with her love of dance.  I don’t have enough superlative adjectives to say how much fun the fusion is!

On top of playing piano with the Big Band for about half the dances in the show, I’ll be singing two songs.  I’d love to tell you what they are, but that’s top-secret.  I will say that they’re both beautiful tunes I adore, and I can’t wait to sing them.

Thank goodness I got the flu early enough to recover from it, right?

(Touch wood.)

Extraordinary

3 Feb

I spent a happy half-hour this morning going through music in the Big Band folder and making lists. We’ve got a dance gig coming up on Saturday and after that there’ll be a gig-less (tee hee!) stretch until we hold another dance at the Yukon Arts Centre in April. I’m already getting excited about that one because it looks like I’ll get to sing for it. (Exclamation marks are being withheld with great effort.)

Rebekah, our lovely vocalist, is most likely going to be away on a band trip at that time (school band – she’s a teacher) so having a back-up vocalist for the Big Band will actually come in handy for the first time. And I shall now say no more on the circumstances because, after all, I like Rebekah and too much enthusiasm would be unseemly.

(!!!!!! Oh my! Excuse me!… !!!! Oh, dear. How embarrassing.)

What can I say, it’s the diva in me. But hey, I’ve been a goody-two-shoes all my life and singing is how I get my high. When I sing, I forget to be shy, or concerned about my long list of “to do”s, or the fact that I’d really like to lose a few pounds, or whatever. When I sing, I get to feel like I’m doing something extraordinary, and when there’s an audience… well, I can’t explain the energy, but I might as well be flying. All I know is that everything feels just right. And that’s not something that happens every day.

What do you do to feel extraordinary?