My Glottal Onset

We had a tremendous rehearsal yesterday, in the main because of the enjoyable voice coaching session we kicked off with. It was conducted by a different person from last week, this time a cheerful chap called Ben. He has a list of affiliations as long as your arm, but came across as very good humoured and really quite bashful.

We're a fairly mixed bunch in terms of singing experience, so it was ueful to go through the basics from 'twangs' to 'plosives'. And once again we were reminded of the elastic recoil of your belly following a full exhalation. Definitely not one for those of us who spend over half their waking hours trying to hold their belly in!

In the rehearsal proper we attacked the Bruckner motets for the first time - they didn't sound as awful as I had expected. And it was Michael's bright idea to give Jenkins' Dies Irae a shot in the last twenty minutes before the pub. What amzingly good fun! People actually applauded when it was done.