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Sappho series – Dolci Tormenti – Melbourne: Fri 24th Oct, Villawood Detention Centre and Sydney: Fri 31st Oct 2014

2/11/2014

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On Friday 24th October at the beautiful Medley Hall in Melbourne, whose rococo glamour made it the perfect venue for such an event, the ladies of Sappho began the first concert in a series which has definitely been the closest to my heart of all the projects I’ve worked on this year. Three concerts: two as fundraisers for asylum seeker charities in Victoria and New South Wales, and the third inside Villawood Detention Centre for detainees.

Hannah Lane (Italian triple harp), Jennifer Kirsner (baroque violin), Ellie Walker (baroque cello) and myself (tambourine….no seriously) presented an ambitious concert of very early Italian music in an homage to the “sweet torments” of love. One of the utterly fantastic things about this early Italian court music is how passionate and unexpected it is – at once elegant and unruly, bursting from melancholy to bitterness, longing and downright bawdiness. (I couldn’t help myself, right at the end of the Melbourne concert before the final piece, I ended up explaining “It’s basically about boobs”, causing my more-refined stage companions to guffaw and shake their heads.

.....I’m confident I got away with it.)



In the five days leading up to this first concert, the four of us spent the time rehearsing down on the pretty Mornington Peninsula, and I know that getting the material up to the level we wanted it pushed all four of us in the short time that we had. To have that experience of challenge and discovery, as well as so much fun and solidarity, with three such fantastic ladies has been a privilege, and I am looking forward to more collaborations in the future.

A week later we hauled ourselves out to Western Sydney in 30-odd degrees (the instrumentalists were all champions, dealing with the temperature-tuning challenges of period instruments) and gave a really magical, humbling performance to a group of detainees. The security protocols surrounding the concert were pretty intimidating, but the reception we got made it all worth it. At the end, many people came up wanting to chat to us and look at the instruments (and help us carry them back to the front security section), and one man who had sat quietly with his eyes closed through the whole concert came and said, “Thank you for taking me away from here for an hour”. That says it all, really: about detention, and about music.

Our first concert was generously sponsored by Purple Hen Wines, and our second public performance – in the equally beautiful Glebe Town Hall – was sponsored by the fabulous Beliso Chocolates (handmade, ethically sourced artisanal chocolate – SO good! The whole performance venue smelled like delicious chocolate by the time interval was through!). Together with our sponsors, we raised nearly $2,000 for The Asylum Seekers Centre (VIC) and The Asylum Seeker Resource Centre (NSW). A lot of hard work was put in by all involved, and I am very proud of what we achieved both musically and socially. Most of all, I am very grateful to be surrounded by musicians and friends who pulled together to make it all happen (with special thanks also going to Matthew Lorenzon, my mum, and my husband for helping with transport and set up!). Well done, everybody!



Here we are having a well-earned drink at the pub after the final show. I have loved hanging out with these ladies:
(L-R: Jennifer Kirsner, myself, Hannah Lane, Ellie Walker)


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Saluting Sydney Women – Sydney Women’s Fund Luncheon 

20/8/2014

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Continuing my feminist theme for the month, yesterday I was very happy to be invited to sing at a fundraising lunch for the Sydney Women’s Fund (a subfund of the Sydney Community Foundation), in honour of the wonderful, culture-loving governor of NSW, Dame Marie Bashir. Dame Marie has been governor since 2001 and is about to step down from her position, so this lunch was a chance to honour her and all the amazing work she has done over her tenure, as well as to promote the fantastic work of the Sydney Women’s Fund, of which she is the patron.

It was an eye-opening experience for me in one sense, because as I entered the beautifully-arrayed function room in the top of the Museum of Contemporary Art (such amazing views straight down on to Circular Quay! Not a bad office for the day!) I realised with a stomach flutter that I had never in my life been in a room filled with a couple of hundred accomplished, important FEMALE business and political leaders. In my life as a singer, and my previous life as a paralegal, I’d had ample opportunity to mix with powerful men, but realising that this was a new and special terrain really gave me a buzz, and a feeling of pride.

I believe feminism and promoting women’s issues remains important. Like many Australian women of a certain (fortunate) demographic, I received a good education and was exposed to social power structures early on in life, so that I never FELT discriminated against when growing up, and believed I was capable of anything. Like many Australian women, however, I have experienced violence, abuse, harassment, and the frustrating inequality of the gender pay gap. My white, middle-class experiences pale in comparison to some of the difficulties and injustices faced by women countrywide, and it was humbling and wonderful to hear of the projects being run by this organisation.


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The Sydney Women’s Fund gives to projects that change the lives of women and girls, gathers evidence on issues impacting on women’s lives to inform giving, and advocates for women’s safety, shelter, education, employment and independence. I was proud to lend my energies and resources to them for the day, and if you should wish to share any of yours, you should visit their website, here: https://www.sydneycommunityfoundation.org.au/sub-funds/sydney-womens-fund

Dame Marie, about whom I have already heard so many sweet stories regarding her charming and personable ways, delighted me with stories of her first visit to Vienna, age 20, and having to suck on her fingertips to keep them from freezing in her fingerless gloves. Despite rising to such public heights, she has retained her gentleness and warmth. I would love to see more examples of such humanity in public office! Thank you, Dame Marie!


[Photography, left and below: Carla Orsetti]

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Ballarat - Canberra - Sydney

15/3/2012

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One of the upstairs galleries in the Ballarat Art Gallery
The Ballarat show was gorgeous, with the very generous acoustic of the historic art gallery giving us some challenges regarding the wash of sound, but also making it a joy to sing the lyrical passages. Ballarat is the only stop on this small tour where I have not been before, and it made me homesick for the road – oxymoronic as that is. The countryside - unusually green for this time of year - always makes me happy, and as difficult a lifestyle as it is, living out of a suitcase for weeks at a time, it really does seem worthwhile when you get to see places in Australia you would otherwise not have cause to visit. My year touring with Co-Opera last year, through Queensland, NSW, the ACT, Victoria, South Australia and Western Australia, made me very appreciative in that direction! Perhaps I was born to be a traveling minstrel after all. :)

By the time we three arrived in Canberra we were definitely feeling the tour burn. Sadly, I have yet to discover a better antidote to summoning the cold creep of poisonous water through my veins than to flush them with a nice full-bodied red wine after each show. This is not an entirely constructive habit, but does allow one to participate satisfactorily in the obligatory post-show conversation. As a result of this habit, however, my tour colleagues were treated to rather more of my anecdotes than I would have liked and now have all manner of dodgy ammunition with which to bring me down. Gah! Anyway, to give you an idea of how far things had deteriorated in the Sensible Stakes, we had discovered that all three of our dads are called Peter, and had taken to calling ourselves “The Daughters of Peter”, and positing ideas for a creepy cult. As you do.

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Nor could I wait, by the end of this dinner, to get all the pins out of my head and take the beehive down, leading to me sitting at the dinner table in this packed pub looking like I’d stuck my finger in a power socket. Still, once you’ve swung from a signpost in a sleepy historic gold rush town or chased a giant goat through a field dressed in corset and 18th century maid’s costume as I did last year, your attitude towards “appropriate behaviour” (always tenuous) shifts irrevocably.

Julie and I both admitted later that by Ballarat we were kind of ready to put the burden down, and the final two shows were difficult. For my part, when I arrived in Canberra I thought I was fine (although very tired), went out for a jog, and then found myself crying in the shower. Fortunately one of my angel friends was smart enough to sit me in front of excellent telly and feed me curry. Despite the unravelling, the Canberra show went well.

The Sydney show, on the other hand, became a story that I suppose I will reference the next time I am on tour drinking too much.

We were gathering our strength for the final performance, but, well, I’ll admit to being bloody miserable. I hadn’t admitted it straight away because I have a tendency towards oversensitivity and I didn’t want to be precious. Or clichéd for that matter. I mean, god, if you’re going to be “but I’m an ARTISTE dahling!” then at least be original in the ways that you’re annoying, right? But I guess you just can’t tell that story – in fact, you shouldn’t – without it leaving you empty. To go over her terror, her pain, her confusion, her heartbreaking hope; to relive her saying goodbye to her parents in every performance… It really did take its toll. I think the voice of my Narrator got more and more bitter throughout the run, and I found myself gritting my teeth at the end of my final “…and she died”.


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Fortunately for me Julie broke first, and then I at least allowed myself to accept it. “I don’t really think I can do any more of this, I can’t IMAGINE how YOU must feel, having to do all the words!”

So it was with the last bits of our energy, and a certain amount of relief, that we embarked upon the final performance…….only to get 10-15 minutes from the end and have it interrupted by a full scale fire evacuation!! I realised quickly enough that I WOULDN’T be allowed to call it a night and go for dinner, so I took myself off into the darkness by the Botanic Gardens, away from the large body of audience, students and staff that poured out of the Sydney Con. The jazz musicians commenced jamming on the street, and everybody cheered the firemen when they came, and I sat watching in the shadows, suspended between life and death, between Kelly and Karen, with my high heels in my hand and the stone warm under my feet. Couldn’t believe it. Talk about prolonging the torture.

But eventually we got back in, and I was surprised by how well we managed to get back into the flow of it, I think partly because the music is so fiendishly tricky that there is no choice but to be 100% concentrated on the piece. There doesn’t seem to be any way to make it work other than to give yourself over to it completely.

We gave ourselves over to it completely. It was an amazing tour, and it was a total honour to travel around and make beautiful music with the other Daughters of Peter, fabulous musicians and hilarious girls that they are. I DO love my job, even though it was a bit painful this month.

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    ____ In 2005 I found myself in London, broke, constantly sick, and working in a job I hated. I had dropped out of Uni and run away from Australia years earlier, and had had a mind-boggling succession of actually-I'm-not-going-to-share-them-on-a-professional website adventures. But I looked up one day and realised I really wasn't happy with my life. "So if you're going to change things," I asked myself, "what is the dearest dream you once had? What is it worth turning everything around for?"

    I had chronic pain from (unbeknownst to me) dislocated bones; both my lungs and my throat were compromised. I smoked a pack a day. I hadn't worn an evening gown since my Year 12 formal and couldn't really walk in heels. I didn't read music, and had never sung an aria, nor studied music at school. But I knew what I wanted: I wanted to serve the muse. Bit mad, really.

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