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23
Jun

Singing – fun, embarrassing and, would you believe, good for us? Prue Miller

I have copied this across with credit to the New York Post – because it rang a bell with me. Only weeks ago I told my 16 yr old son Toby to sing, to sing whenever he could because one of my greatest regrets has been that when I was younger I had an okay voice – not X Factor or anything like that, but an okay voice….that I never used beyond the safety of my car on the way to work.

Toby, and many of his friends CAN sing, yet they choose, for the most part, to shrug their shoulders and avoid the possibility that they could enjoy singing, and perhaps even give joy to others. And not that ‘screamo’ crap they persist with, but real singing.

Now, I can still hold a tune, but no longer does a verse have a confident, big finish. Which is a pity because now I sing whenever I want to – no matter who’s around, or where I am. More fodder for Toby’s future psychotherapy I fear.

So when I read this piece about an upcoming film, kinda in the same vein, I thought I would share.. and perhaps search for a choir myself. Hopefully one with a bar.

Cheers,

Prue

(apologies if you have been sent this twice – wordpress is having a few issues…it CAN’T be my fault.)

Vanessa Redgrave, 75, in the film
Nick WallVanessa Redgrave, 75, in the film “Unfinished Song,” which will be released in the US next week.

Can choral singing really help people age well? Maintain their health and their crucial social connections? Perhaps find their way through grief and loss?

That’s a tall order, but the new film “Unfinished Song” quietly makes those claims. Opening in New York and Los Angeles on Friday, and then around the country, it struck me as predictably plotted but with several elements to recommend it:

a) Terence Stamp
b) Vanessa Redgrave
c) Ms. Redgrave, now 75, movingly singing Cyndi Lauper’s “True Colors”
d) An energetic choir of other older singers, mostly recruited from actual community choruses in England.

You may recall “Young@Heart,” the 2008 documentary about a Northampton, Mass., senior chorus of the same name. Going strong since 1982, the group rehearses twice a week, has released three CDs and has given concerts around the world, most recently in Belgium and Holland.

You might expect performers over age 73 — the minimum age — to stick with memory-fanning songs of their youth. But Young@Heart is currently working on tunes by Yo La Tengo and the Flaming Lips.

“It exercises the brain. You have to learn stuff,” the choir director Bob Cilman said. “People work hard to stay in and continue. It’s probably good for their health.”

There’s some evidence that he’s right. Choral singing has been shown to strengthen neural connections, fortify the immune system and reduce stress and depression. “It seems to tinker with the chemicals in the brain in just the right way to make people feel better,” said Stacy Horn, author of the new book “Imperfect Harmony: Finding Happiness Singing With Others.”

As for the impact on older choristers, a 2006 study comparing singers in Washington, D.C., choruses for those over age 65 with nonsinging groups found that the singers reported better health, fewer falls, more activity and less loneliness.

Julene Johnson, a neuroscientist at the University of California, San Francisco, has done similar research in Finland, where choruses for all ages, genders and interests are ubiquitous. When she asked senior singers about their experiences, “they said they got emotional benefits, relaxation and social support” from participating, Dr. Johnson said. “It seemed to have a relationship with how highly they rated their quality of life.”

Wouldn’t you think there would be scores of similar organizations around the United States for older singers? Possibly there are, but without a national umbrella group, they are hard to track. (Of course, many thousands of older adults probably continue singing with all-age community and church choirs, but I can also see good reasons to form choruses specifically for older adults.)

The Encore Creativity for Older Adults program, which grew out of that 2006 study, now offers 13 choruses for the 55-plus crowd at senior centers and residences and community colleges in Maryland, Virginia and Washington. These seem to favor more traditional vocal music; here’s a YouTube video of several Maryland Encore choruses performing Aaron Copland in a concert last month.

In San Francisco, Dr. Johnson is starting the Community of Voices project, recruiting about 400 singers over age 60 — no previous choral experience required — at a dozen senior centers, to study its impact on their mobility, cognition and psychosocial well-being over the course of a year.

A bit north, in Mill Valley, a chorus called Rock the Ages follows the Young@Heart template and recently covered the Who’s “My Generation.” Of course.

But where else? Let’s see if we can come up with a broader list. If you or a family member sings in a chorus for older adults, please tell us about it. Where is your group, and what does it sing? What do you value about the experience?

And a bonus question, suggested by the fact that the chorus in “Unfinished Song” performs not only Billy Joel and Stevie Wonder tunes, but also Salt-N-Pepa’s “Let’s Talk About Sex.” My moviegoing buddy took offense, seeing ageism afoot. Wasn’t singing hip-hop and heavy metal a too-cute attempt at pretending to be young? A sacrifice of hard-won dignity? Was the film audience laughing with them, or at them?

I’m ambivalent on the issue. But I can agree with Mr. Cilman of Young@Heart, who says that his chorus members live interesting lives. “They perform for big audiences, they get great responses,” he said. “It’s unexpected for them. God, I hope something like this happens for me when I’m older.”

25
May

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24
Dec

Christmas, for some of us, is the saddest time of year

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It’s beginning to look like Christmas I think to myself, with familiar dread.

Okay, for the first 15 years it was fun, then it’s importance just diminished – taking second place to love, pop culture and freedom. Then, voila! my own  beautiful children appear and things picked up again – though it took some pretending to disguise parental angst. Not enough presents? The wrong presents? Too much money spent?

But at the same time this period heralded enormous and fabulous Christmas Day lunches with lots of people and laughter  – tipsy games of charades and silly poetry and, well, family.

I became host to my own parents, and my husband’s parents, and any strays that wanted a home for the day. But my sadness, hidden, started even then. Hidden tears while peeling the spuds. Tears of loss.  Then it was for my little son, Robin, who died at three weeks of age a very long time ago – with each Christmas I tick of another year. He’d be 22 now.

Thanks to divorce my children have had their (and my) Christmas split, with Christmas day neatly carved, like a Wooolworths turkey into my time, and his.

No big lunches, no need to cook, no presents to buy thanks to children who now tower over me and tell me well in advance what they want. (Just one thing Mum, they say, conscious of a close-to-the-line bank balance)

One son is having Christmas overseas this year. He just Viber’ed me – from New York. Having a ball. The call has made him seem further away.

Heartbreak. More because his distance heralds a further chasm in our little family at a time when all and sundry are supposed to be tied at the hip. My beautiful younger son would rather be on facebook, or tooling about with his music programs than observing a questionable (in his eyes) holy day. He will, because he is beautiful, do it for me.

My lovely Mum, gone for many years now and my tower of strength Dad, now gone too. Loss. Empty chairs, empty kitchens, quiet phones. And this year the acutely painful loss of my best friend, who died of breast cancer just months ago, is relentless this week.

Ageing – sometimes it really does suck.

I’d better go and peel some spuds. A lot of  ’em.

You better watch out, I’m tellin’ you why – Santa Claus is coming to town.