I’m writing this on a rainy morning – 1st October.
Last night a dream came true. Sounds like a miracle and believe me it is a miracle. It happened yesterday as a result of my commitment to recovery and the fellowship of wonderful people on the same journey.
Growing up in a household where the radio was seldom off, where people sang a lot, where there was a ‘radiogram’ on which we could listen to the radio AND play records, as well as a Dansette, and later a ‘music centre, I felt bathed in music. People often express surprise at my extensive knowledge of lyrics but I couldn’t not know them! We’d always have the radio on in the car. I’ve a vivid memory of sitting in the breakfast room with my Dad, listening to ‘Cinderella Rockerfeller’ on the radiogram. I had a transistor radio on one of my birthdays and would hold it to my ear to catch the sound of music over the crackle and hiss. Whirling the aerial round to get better reception was a real skill!
Singing along was always fun, and from time to time i’d try to get a harmony part to go alongside the melody everyone else was singing. When the Carpenters sang about ‘every sha la la la every whoa oh oh’ being evocative I understood!
So last night, standing beside beautiful ladies, I sang backing vocals, in public, for the first time. In my black frock, on a stage, on a Saturday night, I did the thing my younger self had always dreamed of.
Thanks to a lovely lady named Jo snd her band the JoJos (Nick Stephen and Anthony), my friend Jules and I became the ‘JoJoettes’ and it was awesome, joyous, scary and fulfilling. Jo is a glowing, talented lady, the boys are brilliant, talented and encouraging, and my friend Jules has a talent that will dazzle many unsuspecting people!
Singing the ‘doodoodoo’ part of Walk on the Wild Side, with Bex, Chrissie and Nou, whilst Herbie Flowers played the bass, was beyond anything I could have imagined. To sing a song that once came through the radio to my eager ears…………wow!
None of this could have happened if I hadn’t, one gloomy October Saturday, been encouraged to actually leave the house with my friend Jo (not that Jo, another Jo – a brave and beautiful lady) who took me to the Cascade Choir rehearsal and later that week sat with me as I wrote out the Step 9 promises in my journal. Now, as I work Step 9, I recognise that those promises are coming true.
Miracles can happen.
1st October 2016