All my life, I’ve wanted to sing in a gospel choir. And at the ripe age of 43 years and 135 days, just this last Sunday I realised that dream.
You may wonder why I’ve always wanted to sing hallelujah with a bunch of loud, swaying, robe-wearing singers. Well, I love singing, I love rhythm, I’m quite loud, and I love Jesus, so it kind of makes sense really. I’ve had a love of all things African for many years, and although they don’t sing gospel in the parts of Africa I know, African exuberance lies at the heart of this soulful music. Also, I spent a few too many years learning and performing classical, stand-very-still-while-you-sing-and-do-exactly-as-its-written-on-the-paper music. Gospel music throws that in air with a leap of joy. Continue reading