Kansas Calling

I’m still pinching myself every morning since receiving the news about my place in The London Marathon, and I have to keep the magazine by my bed as a reassuring reminder that it wasn’t just a dream, but this blog isn’t going to focus solely on my running ambition; it’s about another passion of mine too….singing.
I spoke in my other blog about bucket lists, because running the London was always high up on mine, but another aspiration is to one day go storm chasing through tornado alley. When I finally had the chance to put a band together in 2009, we went through the usual lengthy task of deciding on a name. Although a challenging process, it’s a good litmus test for band compatibility and agreeableness! Naturally we passed that one with flying colours, but It wasn’t until after I’d suggested the name ‘Chasing Storms’, that I began to make the connections between the obvious ambition, and the more subliminal influences that inspired it. Joining the dots between them created a thread that stretched all the way back to early childhood, and a little motion picture you may be familiar with…The Wizard of Oz.
Back in the day when we only had three channels on the TV and filming budgets were low, you could rely on the same classic movies being reeled out over again during the holidays. Alice in Wonderland and The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe foretold the presence of Easter, while Christmas was often heralded by the arrival of Julie Andrews in one of her many guises and of course, the extraordinary Miss Judy Garland and a little black dog called ‘Terry’.
There is something undeniably enchanting about The Wizard of Oz, and it hasn’t lost any of its sparkle since MGM re-created the 1900 L. Frank Baum novel in 1939. I don’t need to list it’s many industry accolades, but for me, every time I see it, I’m just as gripped with wonder, excitement, fear and anticipation as I was the first time over thirty years ago.
As well as the glorious costumes, eye-popping technicolor and fantastical sets, I was completely seduced by the marriage of Harold Arlen’s songwriting and Judy Garlands inimitable voice, and I’m not the only one. Many singers since have recorded their own love affair with ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’. Eva Cassidy’s version is well known and has an originality all of it’s own, but more recently I discovered Melody Gardot. Her own songwriting is exquisite, and although her rendition of SOTR is fairly ordinary in comparison to Eva, the tale she tells of how the film came to influence her is really very beautiful. I’ve been asked to sing it several times myself, (as recently as last weekend at a Dinner Party in fact) and I always like to stay as true to Judy and Harold as I can, but it was at a memorial service in November 2011 when the real effect of the film struck me.
As usual, I had not planned my outfit to sing in, (what’s the point…us girls always change our minds at the last minute anyway) but as I walked hurriedly out of the door I noticed that, without thinking, I had donned a pair of Blood Red Shoes from my wardrobe. Was I subconsciously playing Dorothy, or Judy, or both!? (Incidentally next month will be the fourth successive year singing at the same service, this time with Eva’s ‘Fields of Gold’).
And so, inspired by Hollywood Twisters, a lifetime ambition, the awesome power and unpredictability of Mother Nature and the heady mixture of danger and excitement, ‘Chasing Storms’ is the living out of my own technicolor dream. In the final scenes, the revealing of the Wizard is a disappointing moment and a huge anti-climax for the audience and the characters. Many messages come through the story at this point, but the most significant one for me here, is that my singing dream is not a lone destination with a singular defining goal, but that dream is a journey, a brightly coloured path, the lessons to be learnt, and the amazing friends I’m making along the way.

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If Ever, If Ever A Week There Was….

I’m in a mild state of shock..still. Last week was really quite extraordinary. It began on the Saturday, when I found myself dancing the Conga with Marion Bartoli after dinner at the All England Lawn Tennis Club. Sunday at the Emirates had me wishing I’d made a trip to the bookies, as I’d made a successful prediction of the Arsenal football scores. Wednesday brought some brilliant news on the music front, and Thursday was the cherry, on the icing, of a great big fat delicious cake of a week!!
Word on the Jaffa Running Club Facebook page was that the acceptance/rejection magazines for The London Marathon had arrived at Ipswich sorting office. Suddenly I regressed to being a child of eight on their birthday, pacing excitedly around the house, pausing occasionally to peer down the road in the hope of spotting the PostWoman. When she finally appeared in my view, I actually emitted what can only be described as a small squeal. I just had a feeling about this one.
The Marathon is notoriously hard to get a place in, due to the sheer volume of entrants every year. Coupled with the fact that a huge portion of the places are taken up by charities, you are only left with something like a 1in 8 chance of success. When the magazine landed on the door mat, my hands clapped over my mouth. I could see the words ‘You’re In’ staring up at me from the floor.
Running in 2011 was unbelievable. I did it for so many reasons, but giving a good performance wasn’t one of them! This is my second chance to realise a lifetime ambition. Second chances don’t come around very often, and this one’s not going to get away!
I wouldn’t have gambled even a pound of my money two years ago on any of these things happening now, let alone all at once, but that’s the beautiful unpredictability of life.
So, another chapter, another blog, another challenge, and another journey begins. Destination Kansas. Why? I’ll tell you next time!

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