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» On the stage
Twelve legged girl sings with Harlem New York Choir
Once upon a time, at Friday night/late night Victoria & Albert museum, I was cruising around with a group of friends checking stuff out, as you do... A couple of them I hadn't seen for about six years as they had just moved to London so this was our first 'catch up'.
Someone mentioned that there was a choir singing in one of the annexes.. Sauntering along the corridor, friends in tow, I hear the sound of 70 black people on stage - the entire New York Harlem Choir, belting out gospel tracks... Fascinated, I stood there... sucked in by the sound... I find myself pushing my way to the front, shoving people in wheelchairs over... I was compelled by the music, and possibly God??? Or some poultergeist lurking within the V&A, more likely. The gospel drew me further and further in... Suddenly, the choir leader announced: "Does anyone want to come up on stage and sing with us???" Suddenly excited, I pushed my five foot nothing friend up towards the stage (she's an actress) who rushed up there, very excited at having her five minutes of fame again and certainly not needing any encouragement... I suddenly heard a voice inside me say, 'Fuck it, Rosalita, you will never get this opportunity again...'. Next thing I know, I'm walking the plank up onto the stage, my actress friend looking more than a little confused and if I dare say it, horrified. By this stage, there are only four extra people on stage - including me...
My actress friend can kind of hold a tune... Unfortunately for me, I only had one glass of red prior to getting up on stage so my vocal chords weren't relaxed and I was a tad nervous (well, essentially, I'm FAAAAAAAR from being a performer but can hold a note or two after a glass or two - can't everyone??)... 'LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHIIIIIIIIIIIIINE', came out of me, in a fantastic seven second solo piece...
My other friends stood and watched in utter disbelief as I did my solo, clapping, laughing with glee, I could see the tears of laughter falling onto the parquetry floor... Hmmm... I was loving it! Actually, I do have to say that there was general support for me from my friends.. it's just that half of them hadn't seen me for six years... 'So this is the new Rosalita??'
Twenty minutes later, I'm in the toilet queue by myself, contemplating my performance, critiquing my show, when a 60 year old black woman came up to me and said in a New Yawwwk accent, 'I liked your singing!!!!' Compliment number one.
Skip forward three hours and everyone is outside the V&A, trolleyed, hanging out on the steps, I'm hanging with the choir leader, talkin' gospel music and stuff... Turns out he didn't recognise me. At all. I had to REMIND him of who I was! Talk about the highs and lows of fame... Sigh. I sauntered home and I think I may have drank another bottle of red...
Well, at least I can say I've sung with the Harlem New York Choir, eh??? Somewhere, there is digital footage of me taken by my friend Teef, but think he was too busy laughing at me so I am positive it's blury.
Signed Rosalita
(Fri 2nd Dec 2005, 17:27, More)
Twelve legged girl sings with Harlem New York Choir
Once upon a time, at Friday night/late night Victoria & Albert museum, I was cruising around with a group of friends checking stuff out, as you do... A couple of them I hadn't seen for about six years as they had just moved to London so this was our first 'catch up'.
Someone mentioned that there was a choir singing in one of the annexes.. Sauntering along the corridor, friends in tow, I hear the sound of 70 black people on stage - the entire New York Harlem Choir, belting out gospel tracks... Fascinated, I stood there... sucked in by the sound... I find myself pushing my way to the front, shoving people in wheelchairs over... I was compelled by the music, and possibly God??? Or some poultergeist lurking within the V&A, more likely. The gospel drew me further and further in... Suddenly, the choir leader announced: "Does anyone want to come up on stage and sing with us???" Suddenly excited, I pushed my five foot nothing friend up towards the stage (she's an actress) who rushed up there, very excited at having her five minutes of fame again and certainly not needing any encouragement... I suddenly heard a voice inside me say, 'Fuck it, Rosalita, you will never get this opportunity again...'. Next thing I know, I'm walking the plank up onto the stage, my actress friend looking more than a little confused and if I dare say it, horrified. By this stage, there are only four extra people on stage - including me...
My actress friend can kind of hold a tune... Unfortunately for me, I only had one glass of red prior to getting up on stage so my vocal chords weren't relaxed and I was a tad nervous (well, essentially, I'm FAAAAAAAR from being a performer but can hold a note or two after a glass or two - can't everyone??)... 'LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHIIIIIIIIIIIIINE', came out of me, in a fantastic seven second solo piece...
My other friends stood and watched in utter disbelief as I did my solo, clapping, laughing with glee, I could see the tears of laughter falling onto the parquetry floor... Hmmm... I was loving it! Actually, I do have to say that there was general support for me from my friends.. it's just that half of them hadn't seen me for six years... 'So this is the new Rosalita??'
Twenty minutes later, I'm in the toilet queue by myself, contemplating my performance, critiquing my show, when a 60 year old black woman came up to me and said in a New Yawwwk accent, 'I liked your singing!!!!' Compliment number one.
Skip forward three hours and everyone is outside the V&A, trolleyed, hanging out on the steps, I'm hanging with the choir leader, talkin' gospel music and stuff... Turns out he didn't recognise me. At all. I had to REMIND him of who I was! Talk about the highs and lows of fame... Sigh. I sauntered home and I think I may have drank another bottle of red...
Well, at least I can say I've sung with the Harlem New York Choir, eh??? Somewhere, there is digital footage of me taken by my friend Teef, but think he was too busy laughing at me so I am positive it's blury.
Signed Rosalita
(Fri 2nd Dec 2005, 17:27, More)
» My Greatest Regrets
Not having sex with someone who flirted with me incessantly all day Sunday
and knowing that it was going to be goooooooooood.... (been there before)
But instead, stupidly, declining, having to get to bed early because of a maaasive work presentation that had to be written. Responsibilities... and was ill.
Kicking self now although backtracking. Fast..
(Fri 6th Oct 2006, 15:55, More)
Not having sex with someone who flirted with me incessantly all day Sunday
and knowing that it was going to be goooooooooood.... (been there before)
But instead, stupidly, declining, having to get to bed early because of a maaasive work presentation that had to be written. Responsibilities... and was ill.
Kicking self now although backtracking. Fast..
(Fri 6th Oct 2006, 15:55, More)
» Worst Nicknames Ever
Enrico
My ex was known around the club scene in Melbourne years ago as 'Enrico'.. He'd go into bars and bar staff and bouncers etc would call him 'Enrico'. "HEY! Enrico!!"
I'm not really sure how it started, actually...
It went on and on for a good, solid six months to one year, where he'd refuse to answer to anything but 'Enrico'.
Finally he got bored and reverted back to his birth name - which is Matthew.
(Thu 18th May 2006, 17:18, More)
Enrico
My ex was known around the club scene in Melbourne years ago as 'Enrico'.. He'd go into bars and bar staff and bouncers etc would call him 'Enrico'. "HEY! Enrico!!"
I'm not really sure how it started, actually...
It went on and on for a good, solid six months to one year, where he'd refuse to answer to anything but 'Enrico'.
Finally he got bored and reverted back to his birth name - which is Matthew.
(Thu 18th May 2006, 17:18, More)
» Birthdays
I love birthdays!!
Best ever:
Swimming in the ocean nude in South of France on my 27th birthday - I will never forget how calm and content I felt at that point, as the sun shone and I frolicked in the clear, warm, blue water... sigh...
Worst ever:
My 21st - my long term boyfriend dumped me on the morning of my party (probably because he couldn't handle the attention I was getting, actually) but still turned up to my party like nothing had happened, ignoring the fact I was quite red eyed most of the night (and I'd thrown him the most amazing 21st a few months earlier)!!! Everyone at the party said it was the best night they had ever had... I was pretty glum most of it. Prick - still hate him to this day for that very reason.. and he knows it...
(Fri 9th Dec 2005, 12:12, More)
I love birthdays!!
Best ever:
Swimming in the ocean nude in South of France on my 27th birthday - I will never forget how calm and content I felt at that point, as the sun shone and I frolicked in the clear, warm, blue water... sigh...
Worst ever:
My 21st - my long term boyfriend dumped me on the morning of my party (probably because he couldn't handle the attention I was getting, actually) but still turned up to my party like nothing had happened, ignoring the fact I was quite red eyed most of the night (and I'd thrown him the most amazing 21st a few months earlier)!!! Everyone at the party said it was the best night they had ever had... I was pretty glum most of it. Prick - still hate him to this day for that very reason.. and he knows it...
(Fri 9th Dec 2005, 12:12, More)