Almost one year ago a friend of mine ordered me to “start a blog”.  I still don’t know why she thinks (or thought) that I should start a blog, and I think that when I asked her to elaborate her response was “start a blog”.  What she didn’t know is that I already had the mechanism set up and functional…years ago.  But I hadn’t started.

Ah well.  Here’s my first installment.

One of the main reasons that God put me on this planet is to be a choir director…and not just any kind of choir director, a gospel choir director.

Recently I went walking with a choir member, and it became apparent that even though she had been in one of my gospel choirs for more than two years, she thought that I grew up with gospel music.  Not true.  And I was surprised that she thought this since I am positive that I have said the contrary at least once every year, to comfort and encourage the new members who are unfamiliar with the genre.

After further discussion (mostly in French with some English…like many conversations that take place in this city that I love) her story is that since her first language is French and she’s so tired on rehearsal nights she often doesn’t understand when I speak at rehearsal! Imagine that.  She’s missing all my jewels of wisdom.

So here’s the story.

Depending on how you see the world, I fell into gospel music by accident…or by design.   I love the line in the movie “Chariot’s of Fire” when Eric Liddell says “When I run I feel God’s pleasure”.  That’s how I feel when I direct.

Once upon a time I entered a competition called “Afrofestival”.   It was like a “Montreal’s Got Talent” show with participants competing in different artistic domains.  This was the first of only two auditions I’ve done in my life…unless the others are in the sea of forgetfulness that protects me sometimes.

I still remember going to the black community center in NDG, the judges seated at a table, and me walking across the wood floor in my high heels to put the cassette with my accompaniment track in the player.  Click, click, click, click.  Singing my CCM song.  No reaction on their faces.  Click, click, click, click.  Retrieving my cassette.   And one of the judges saying something like “Don’t call us.  We’ll call you”.  When I got out of the building I thought “oh well my Mother loves me”.

Oh well.  I did get the call, was part of the show…and won the trophy for best singer. One of the judges was a gospel choir director and the pianist who accompanied me encouraged me to join the church choir she directed.   And I did.   It was a “why not” kind of decision for me.  At the time I wasn’t singing in my church and I thought it would be good to get involved in the black community for many reasons…including the fact that university was done, my career was doing well, and it was time to get married.

I sang in the alto section of that choir for a couple of years and when the director resigned I was asked if I would like to direct the choir.  It was another “why not” kind of decision for me.   I said yes.

And that’s how I tumbled into directing gospel choirs.  It’s also how I met the love of my life.  And yes I married him.  After he chased me.  A lot.   And a few minutes ago he kissed me and left for work.