by Léonie
Soprano
July 2010

My journey with the Pinkies began with an internet search engine. A lively website and interesting-looking range of songs led me to their Winter Concert. After seeing the live performance, I just knew I had to be a part of it!

This is how I found myself standing outside the Pinkies' rehearsal venue on a Sunday afternoon in January facing the first audition of my life! After a few moments of trying to remember how to breathe, I was met by the lovely Liang. He helped put my nerves at ease and did an amazing job of remembering all of our names as he introduced us 'newbies' to each other.

Once inside we were welcomed warmly by the Pinkies and guided to the relevant section. Mladen then took us through a thorough warm up, waking up some forgotten vocal muscles before revealing the repertoire for the season. It was as varied as I'd hoped – from Abba to Sondheim to Vivaldi! It was wonderful to be singing in a group again.

After a number of hours of singing (and a break in Pret a Manger), the newbies were left to the auditions (while everyone else went to wait for us in the pub!). We had all been sent an extract of a song in four-part harmony (sheet music and audio track) to learn. This formed the main part of the audition.

One by one we went into the dance studio, where a handful of Pinkies were waiting. The Pinkies sang the various parts (including some helping with my line), while I sang the part I'd learnt. We also had to sing a couple of scales so that we could be placed in the relevant section. Apparently I looked terrified, but must have sounded alright as they kindly let me join and help boost the number of 1st sopranos!

Since joining, the Pink Singers has taken over my life! I have been travelling everywhere with rehearsal tracks on my ipod and sheet music in my bag. I have overcome the challenges of choreography (while singing at the same time – much more complicated than in sounds!) and flash-mobbing. I've just had my first concert in Cadogan Hall and all I can think about it is 'when I can do it all again?'! This week is another first as I take to the stage at Pride.

It's been a wonderful six months, incredibly busy, but a lot of fun. I love being a part of this group and singing with such amazing people. I can't imagine it not being in my life now. Roll on next season!

Beaming Pinkies

by Kate
Soprano
December 2007

What will the people be like? What music will they do? Will they be good? Will I be good?” I think the phrase ‘bag of nerves’ about covers my first walk from the tube up to the slightly-imposing Royal Academy of Music. Luckily, a group of equally-jumpy individuals standing at the bottom of the stairs looking alternately at their feet and at each other showed that I was not alone. Our first rehearsal with the Pink Singers! Our shaky introductions were interrupted by a sudden influx of beaming Pinkies welcoming us & showing us up to the rehearsal room. Everyone was chatting, people of all ages & experiences, some just meeting and others having clearly known each other for years.

The warm-up cleared the dust off some of my vocal muscles, and reminded me why I love singing with others so much. Mladen the Musical Director got us all in line & we knocked through some of the pieces for the season. This was the reason I’d got interested in joining the Pinkies – the music. All the choirs in London since I moved here a couple of years ago seemed to be Latin-only, gospel-only or something else. With the Pinkies we were switching from Latin to jazz, French to pop, all over the course of a rehearsal!

At the end of three hours (with a break!) everyone prepared to knock off to the pub - definitely my kind of choir. But first we newbies had the dreaded “vocal test”… I’m not sure what I’d imagined but it turned out to be a few scales with Mladen, not scary at all, and ended with him describing my lack of strength in the middle of my range as “like Maria Callas”, thus earning himself a fan for life. I also discovered I was a second soprano, not an alto as I’d always been; after ten years of never getting to sing the tune this has been quite a change!

Over the coming weeks we learnt and honed our pieces, and my walks to and from work were accompanied by constant rehearsal tracks on my iPod. I disappeared for three weeks on holiday, and returned to a choir who’d annoyingly memorised most of their lyrics in my absence, leaving me a lot of catching-up to do. When the word “movements” was first mentioned I scanned the room for escape routes: I am not, ahem, a naturally gifted dancer. But by the concert day I was even (don’t tell anyone) looking forward to those bits! I had to miss my first overseas concert with the Pinkies due to work (they swanned around in Paris), so my first concert was in the intimidatingly-fancy hall at the Royal Academy. The day itself was so much fun I didn’t even feel nervous, and it wasn’t until half-way through our French pieces that it struck me… hey, we’re really good! Luckily the audience agreed.

So three months on & I’m loving being a Pinkie – it’s a big time commitment but the fun of the choir, as well as the singing, more than makes up for it. I’m still learning new names and making more friends each week, and am looking forward to this season’s newbies starting so I can feel like an old pro! Everyone’s so friendly and the choir’s run so well, I can’t imagine enjoying singing so much anywhere else.

Mind the gap

by Charlotte
Soprano
December 2007

London: Bright lights, Black cabs, Ab Fab and Free Love. Armed only with this optimistic vision and my Mum's backpack (both c1968,) I stepped off the plane and into the abyss. Mind the gap indeed.

Looking not unlike the wide-eyed naif from the antipodes I in fact was, I strode jauntily through the streets of London singing the Beatles and seeking...I wasn't sure what. But I was assured Big Cities Cater to All Tastes, and I guessed I'd know it when I saw it.

I hoped for something with a generous helping of Culture, lashings of Fun and a big dollop of Queer on the side. My demands were not so unusual. Certainly the less well-lit bystreets and alleyways of Soho have seen and satisfied far more particular appetites than mine. Still, I searched for weeks, to no avail.

Eventually, thanks to the Modern Wonders of Technology (the internet) and the Nebulous Social Networking of The Gay Mafia (some fruity bloke called Kevin down the pub) I was informed of an organisation by the name of The Pink Singers. Apparently: an organisation where people of a homosexual and musical disposition gather together to make beautiful music and down the occasional pint.

To someone from a one-horse town, (which also functioned as a one-gay village) this sounded like the stuff of fantasy. However I attended their concert "A Little of What You Fancy"  and was convinced that this group was indeed all I could have dreamt of. The range of their repertoire! The energy and commitment! (Mmm commitment.. everyone knows how eager all lesbos are for the C-word!) The sheer campness of it all!

I began turning up to their rehearsals with increasing frequency. Eventually they decided it would be less embarrassing all round if they just let me join. They fastened a pink accessory to my person and secreted me amongst the sopranos.

No more lonely Sundays scouring the gutters of Soho for a clue as to where the party had been. The music thrilled: from Xtina to Bruckner. The tenor section alone ran the gamut from dashingly butch (ladies) to charmingly fey (fellas).

Dear reader, our heroine from down-under was here at last; over the rainbow and over the moon. I nestled in amongst the pinkies, and purred contentedly. I had arrived home.

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