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  1. journalofmusic.com/reviews/no-

    No Small Occasion
    The Guinness Choir marked its 75th anniversary on 7 May. Brendan Finan reviews.

    The main event of the concert was the premiere of The City of Our Dreaming, for which the choir commissioned words from Paula Meehan and music from Seán Doherty, with alto Leanne Fitzgerald as soloist.

    Doherty’s writing is naturalistic and very suited to the voice. He has a gift for composing melodies that feel both simple and inevitable.
    #Dublin #choir #choral #composer

  2. journalofmusic.com/reviews/no-

    No Small Occasion
    The Guinness Choir marked its 75th anniversary on 7 May. Brendan Finan reviews.

    The main event of the concert was the premiere of The City of Our Dreaming, for which the choir commissioned words from Paula Meehan and music from Seán Doherty, with alto Leanne Fitzgerald as soloist.

    Doherty’s writing is naturalistic and very suited to the voice. He has a gift for composing melodies that feel both simple and inevitable.
    #Dublin #choir #choral #composer

  3. journalofmusic.com/reviews/no-

    No Small Occasion
    The Guinness Choir marked its 75th anniversary on 7 May. Brendan Finan reviews.

    The main event of the concert was the premiere of The City of Our Dreaming, for which the choir commissioned words from Paula Meehan and music from Seán Doherty, with alto Leanne Fitzgerald as soloist.

    Doherty’s writing is naturalistic and very suited to the voice. He has a gift for composing melodies that feel both simple and inevitable.
    #Dublin #choir #choral #composer

  4. #WordWeavers 14. Which of all the characters you’ve ever written are you most proud of?

    My all-time favorite characters are from the longtime serial "The Report From Potter's Point," publish weekly from 1984-1987 and monthly from 2001-2011.

    Haddie Finnan, one of the town elders, is a tough, outspoken woman, who for years has been trying to piece together the secret recipe of Esther's Gusset's Brandied Peach Upside-Down Cake. For several extended periods through the years Haddie has admitted that she was powerless over upside-down cake and stopped her experimenting with the help of a Twelve Step Program. There was, though, the notorious Thursday night in ‘88 when she fell off the wagon and brought a brandy saturated cake to the AA meeting in the cellar of St. Christopher’s Church. Ensuing events made the newspapers for a few days afterward.

    The second favorite character is Haddie's daughter Prudence Worthy, the choir director and organist for Point Methodist, a director of the Potter’s Point Horticultural League, and a member of the School Committee. She is a most upright do-gooder who is always proposing new town by-laws, such as requiring all window box plantings be color coordinated, banning Town officials from saying the word "wazoo" in public, and prohibiting the sale of apricot flavored brandy to her mother.

    I'm republishing Potter's Point columns on Substack here: thereportfrompotterspoint.subs

  5. "Lollipop" is a #pop song written by #JuliusDixson and #BeverlyRoss in 1958. It was first recorded by the duo #RonaldAndRuby, with Ross performing as "Ruby." It was #covered more successfully by #theChordettes whose version reached No. 2 in the US, and #theMudlarks in the UK.
    youtube.com/watch?v=3rYoRaxgOE0

  6. @russswan

    What the #LOTO says in the media - mere months before the #2024GE - is 100% aimed at securing popular support in that election

    Pointing out that a govt policy is broken is more effective in gaining floating voters than declaring it inhuman, I think

    That's not to say #starmer does NOT think it "inhuman, contrary to human decency" - I'm sure he does. But such statements preach to the choir when he wants to convert enough of the 3million odd who gave the #toriesOut victory in 2019

  7. This account, this corner of the fediverse, has become one of the places I let those questions be noisy in public. What does healing mean when the conditions that harmed you are not gone, only rearranged into more respectable shapes? What actually happens inside a counselling relationship when disability or neurodivergence is present but unnamed, or misnamed, or politely ignored? How do we begin to notice the ways power and unspoken norms travel through even the most well-intentioned helping professions? How do we hold culture as something we are constantly creating and being created by, something we may need to grieve and interrogate and occasionally celebrate, often all at once, sometimes in the space of a single conversation?

    I keep circling back to the interior labour of this work. The slow, repetitive practice of building emotional regulation when your nervous system's default setting is red alert. The awkwardness of learning self-compassion when sharp self-criticism has been your most reliable survival tool. The moments that feel like failure because you find yourself reacting in an old way, when in reality this is precisely how recovery moves, looping back on itself, revisiting old ground with slightly different eyes. The way trauma and joy can sit shoulder to shoulder in the same hour, the same therapy session, the same breath, and how unnerving and holy that can feel.

    Rauch and Ansari suggest that silence can be deliberate and strategic, a form of self-regulation rather than withdrawal, a boundary rather than an absence. I think about this in relation to the freeze response, to the moments in my own history when going quiet was not giving up but holding on. The body stills because there are no safe words yet. Sometimes the silence is the story. And learning to hear it as such, to receive it without rushing to fill or fix it, is one of the things I am still practising, in music and in therapy and in the ordinary, unglamorous dailiness of trying to stay present in a life that sometimes arrives all at once.

    I am not arriving anywhere with a finished theory of how any of this is supposed to work. I am coming, again and again, with fragments and questions and a stubborn intention to tell the truth as I understand it in the moment I am writing. That truth is often partial, often shifting. My understanding of myself, of trauma, of disability, of care, keeps moving, and I want it to. I would rather be inconsistent and alive to new information than seamless and rigidly wrong.

    If you are still reading, you are already participating in something I care about. A space that treats complexity as ordinary rather than excessive. Where being too much is not an accusation but raw material. Where intense feeling and rigorous thought are both welcome at the same table. Where healing is not a linear journey toward a fixed destination but something more like learning to live inside unresolved chords without pretending they have resolved. Where music is both metaphor and method, both a way of speaking about change and a way of practising it in the body.

    True silence does not exist. What we call silence is simply what we have not yet learned to hear. The fullness of life in quieter tones. The heartbeat of thought. The whispered rhythm of resilience. The steady murmur of healing is underway. And when we learn to tune into the music between the notes and into the truth held in breath, we do more than survive. We begin to sing again. This time, in a voice that is entirely our own.

    I am not here to introduce myself so much as to keep turning up alongside you. To keep writing from the middle of things, not only from the rare polished moments that look good in hindsight. To keep noticing the small, ordinary, unglamorous ways humans find their way back to themselves, even inside systems that were never set up with them in mind. If any of these threads brush against something in your own story, then you are part of the imagined audience I write towards. And maybe, in a slow, imperfect, occasionally dissonant way, part of the choir that is still learning how to hear itself.

    #AuDHD #Neurodivergent #Blind #Deafblind #Disabled #DisabilityJustice #MadStudies #Psychology #Counselling #Therapy #Trauma #TraumaRecovery #Neurodiversity #MentalHealth #ChronicStress #Healing #WindowOfTolerance #LivedExperience #CareWork #Culture #Power #Normality #Access #Inclusion #Ableism #Music #ClassicalMusic #ChoralMusic #Choir #Singing #Writing #PersonalEssay #Silence #LongPost #Fediversea (2/2)

  8. St Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin 8,
    Thursday, May 7 from 8 pm to 9:30 pm

    eventbrite.ie/e/the-city-of-ou

    The centrepiece of our 75th celebrations, “The City of Our Dreaming’ concert. Celebrating our great city, our liberties' origins, our musical tradition, and our commitment to Irish artists. The text for 'The City of Our Dreaming' is an original poem by Paula Meehan, commissioned by the choir and composed for choir by Seán Doherty.

    #choir #choral #concert #contemporary #music #premiere #dublin

  9. I miss #MedievalTwitter and singing with my choir, #MedievalWomensChoir here in Seattle (no longer following COVID protocols). The choir is doing a fundraiser tomorrow with Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales as a theme. I don’t know the script, but I made these illustrations (after the Ellesmere ms.) as decorations. I’m thinking of titles or quotations, like “radix malorum est cupiditas.” Might make a set of greeting cards.

  10. Went and saw The Choral yesterday.

    What a movie.
    Big screen worked well.
    Will see again.

    Somewhere categorised it as "Comedy".
    That label is clickbait/AISlop.

    #TheChoral #Moviedon

  11. Went and saw The Choral yesterday.

    What a movie.
    Big screen worked well.
    Will see again.

    Somewhere categorised it as "Comedy".
    That label is clickbait/AISlop.

    #TheChoral #Moviedon

  12. Went and saw The Choral yesterday.

    What a movie.
    Big screen worked well.
    Will see again.

    Somewhere categorised it as "Comedy".
    That label is clickbait/AISlop.

    #TheChoral #Moviedon

  13. Went and saw The Choral yesterday.

    What a movie.
    Big screen worked well.
    Will see again.

    Somewhere categorised it as "Comedy".
    That label is clickbait/AISlop.

    #TheChoral #Moviedon

  14. Went and saw The Choral yesterday.

    What a movie.
    Big screen worked well.
    Will see again.

    Somewhere categorised it as "Comedy".
    That label is clickbait/AISlop.

    #TheChoral #Moviedon

  15. Madonna - Like A Prayer

    You're watching the official music video for "Like A Prayer" from Madonna's album 'Like A Prayer' released on Sire Records in 1989.

    Lyrics:
    Life is a mystery
    Everyone must stand alone
    I hear you call my name
    And it feels like home

    When you call my name
    It's like a little prayer
    I'm down on my knees
    I wanna take you there
    In the midnight hour
    I can feel your power
    Just like a prayer
    You know I'll take you there

    I hear your voice
    It's like an angel sighing
    I have no choice
    I hear your voice
    Feels like flying
    I close my eyes
    Oh God, I think I'm falling
    Out of the sky
    I close my eyes
    Heaven, help me

    When you call my name
    It's like a little prayer
    I'm down on my knees
    I wanna take you there
    In the midnight hour
    I can feel your power
    Just like a prayer
    You know I'll take you there

    Like a child
    You whisper softly to me
    You're in control
    Just like a child
    Now I'm dancing
    It's like a dream
    No end and no beginning
    You're here with me
    It's like a dream
    Let the choir sing

    When you call my name
    It's like a little prayer
    I'm down on my knees
    I wanna take you there
    In the midnight hour
    I can feel your power
    Just like a prayer
    You know I'll take you there

    When you call my name
    It's like a little prayer
    I'm down on my knees
    I wanna take you there
    In the midnight hour
    I can feel your power
    Just like a prayer
    You know I'll take you there

    Life is a mystery
    Everyone must stand alone
    I hear you call my name
    And it feels like home

    Just like a prayer
    Your voice can take me there
    Just like a muse to me
    You are a mystery
    Just like a dream
    You are not what you seem
    Just like a prayer, no choice
    Your voice can take me there

    Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
    It's like a dream to me
    Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
    It's like a dream to me
    Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
    It's like a dream to me
    Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
    It's like a dream to me

    Just like a prayer
    Your voice can take me there
    Just like a muse to me
    You are a mystery
    Just like a dream
    You are not what you seem
    Just like a prayer, no choice
    Your voice can take me there

    Just like a prayer
    Your voice can take me there
    Just like a muse to me
    You are a mystery
    Just like a dream
    You are not what you seem
    Just like a prayer, no choice
    Your voice can take me there
    Your voice can take me there
    Like a prayer

    Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
    It's like a prayer
    Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
    It's like a prayer
    Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
    It's like a prayer
    Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
    It's like a prayer

    #madonna #likeaprayer #pop #religion #officialmusicvideo #poprock #dancepop #gospel

    https://tube.matrix.rocks/w/2VoP27asRi6mYB4bBGNCHP
  16. Happy Resurrection Day for all that celebrate; He is risen indeed. Church was epic, if not tiring. I am now totally exhausted after four services—but the choir has a week off now.

    I’ve been reflecting a lot lately. After a deep piece of inner work recently, something shifted. A core wound healed. Now comes the uncomfortable part—rebuilding. It feels like walking through a desert trying to rediscover a sense of authentic identity.

    Recent weeks have been overwhelming. Not due to trauma responses, but because I don’t yet have the tools for certain life situations. It’s not about regulation—it’s about practical gaps in how to ask for support, meet needs, or manage when key supports fall through. Sometimes asking for help feels impossible, especially when previous models were harmful.

    I’ve also realised that I often avoid asking questions not because I don’t care, but because I don’t know how to ask them in a way that gets helpful responses. Sometimes they come out as statements instead. I want to understand people better—how they think, how they form impressions—but I struggle to frame it in ways others find acceptable. The fear of disapproval is real.

    It’s a season of stretching, reshaping, and relearning.

    #Easter #Authenticity #ChoirLife

  17. Happy Resurrection Day for all that celebrate; He is risen indeed. Church was epic, if not tiring. I am now totally exhausted after four services—but the choir has a week off now.

    I’ve been reflecting a lot lately. After a deep piece of inner work recently, something shifted. A core wound healed. Now comes the uncomfortable part—rebuilding. It feels like walking through a desert trying to rediscover a sense of authentic identity.

    Recent weeks have been overwhelming. Not due to trauma responses, but because I don’t yet have the tools for certain life situations. It’s not about regulation—it’s about practical gaps in how to ask for support, meet needs, or manage when key supports fall through. Sometimes asking for help feels impossible, especially when previous models were harmful.

    I’ve also realised that I often avoid asking questions not because I don’t care, but because I don’t know how to ask them in a way that gets helpful responses. Sometimes they come out as statements instead. I want to understand people better—how they think, how they form impressions—but I struggle to frame it in ways others find acceptable. The fear of disapproval is real.

    It’s a season of stretching, reshaping, and relearning.

    #Easter #Authenticity #ChoirLife

  18. Happy Resurrection Day for all that celebrate; He is risen indeed. Church was epic, if not tiring. I am now totally exhausted after four services—but the choir has a week off now.

    I’ve been reflecting a lot lately. After a deep piece of inner work recently, something shifted. A core wound healed. Now comes the uncomfortable part—rebuilding. It feels like walking through a desert trying to rediscover a sense of authentic identity.

    Recent weeks have been overwhelming. Not due to trauma responses, but because I don’t yet have the tools for certain life situations. It’s not about regulation—it’s about practical gaps in how to ask for support, meet needs, or manage when key supports fall through. Sometimes asking for help feels impossible, especially when previous models were harmful.

    I’ve also realised that I often avoid asking questions not because I don’t care, but because I don’t know how to ask them in a way that gets helpful responses. Sometimes they come out as statements instead. I want to understand people better—how they think, how they form impressions—but I struggle to frame it in ways others find acceptable. The fear of disapproval is real.

    It’s a season of stretching, reshaping, and relearning.

    #Easter #Authenticity #ChoirLife