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These guys are F A B U L O U S!

But what I love best?! The pure, goofy, joy of singing. They’re great, they’re rehearsed, but they’re also just guys who are having fun singing.




April 14, 2018

autumn lullaby…new composition

March 7, 2015

This composition was inspired by this week’s Autumn Leunig. There have been so many totally beautiful Leunigs of late that I can’t keep up with the sounds and ideas these poignant, whimsical words inspire!

Here’s the Leunig:


Autumn Lullaby [Original Leunig Words]

The days are getting shorter

The nights are getting longer

A part of me is weaker

Another part is stronger

Another summer’s over

And we are going under

We are going home how

To ponder and to wonder.


And here are my modified words:

Autumn Lullaby

The days are shorter

The nights getting longer

A part of me is weaker

And with each day

And with each night

Some other part of me is getting stronger every day

Another part of me is stronger than I know

Another part of me becomes a little tender

And we are going under for now

And we know that we are going home somehow

Carry me

Another summer falls down by the wayside

Some part of me lets go

And I know all of my heart

And I have time to dream

Let me ponder

Let me wonder

Let me dream.

“you”…about the piece + lyrics

March 3, 2015

snowflake_andreasThe lyrics of this piece read like a love song, as meant for someone special. However, the original intent was for the words to be as an acknowledgement or personal “prayer” to each of the choristers to remind them of how essential, individual and valued they are. I was thinking about the fragility and beauty of the changing voice in parallel with the development of identity during the teenage years, and how surprising, challenging, and ultimately extraordinary a journey it can be. These words are for each of the choristers, to remind them of how essential they are.

“No two snowflakes are alike in formation, each made individual and unique. And while the universe may draw them on the same journey, each takes a different path. Perfectly imperfect, exquisite and beautiful.” [Unknown author]


Like a snowflake

Crystalline and perfect


Made unique

There is one

It’s you, only you


Who changes the momentum of the world like you?

No one has your words, no one has your simple breath, resonance

My love

No one

No one speaks with your words, no one speaks with your sound, no one else can but you


And it catches me unawares

The edge of my heart

The edge of my thoughts

The edge of my sleep





Only you.

“The Guy Voice”…about the piece + lyrics

March 3, 2015


This is a light-hearted piece about the trials and tribulations of the changing voice, celebrating all its quirks and even putting the (very manly) “squeak” in the spotlight for some particularly brave choristers!

As a special interest classroom music teacher, I know the hilarious + sometimes stressful journey of discovery each male chorister makes in “finding their voice”. As a choral director, we are always trying to figure out ways to help minimise the “vocal blowout”; to help each chorister discover and strengthen the mechanisms of their new instrument…their newly changed voice.

Then I thought, how cool would it be if I actually WROTE the squeaks and the “accidental blowouts” and the girly falsettos into a piece of music?”

And “The Guy Voice” was born!


The Guy Voice

You’re not careful for a moment, and it slips

People ‘round you duck for cover

What’s that? What’s this?

A deafening silence of suppressed hilarity

For everyone around me…but me.


It’s The Guy Voice

Between “tween” and “manly”

Guy Voice

Can you understand me?

When I say no amount of hair product can fix it?

When I say no amount of good intent can guarantee my pride?

My manly pride.


It happens when I emphasise, or criticise or just plain get excited

And then all vocal hell breaks loose, my vocal chords just lose the plot and…

[Squeaky falsetto] *I find myself up here!*


It’s The Guy Voice

Between “tween” and “manly”

Guy Voice

Can you understand me?

When I say no amount of hairy chest can fix it?

Not even meditation, yoga, Zen, can guarantee my pride?

My manly pride.


Oh for the velvety tones of a baritone!

Heroic, resplendent, and fine

The bright and slightly drama-queen-y tenor

The plump warm “ba da du bahp” of a bass

But tragically the magic doesn’t always manifest

Not even with good posture and good diet

But maybe, just maybe

I just can’t deny it

I’m ever just so slightly

And so rightly just a little bit…proud…!


Of my Guy Voice

Of the squeak and the saintly

Guy Voice

And you really can’t blame me

‘Cos I can Disney any princess

I can Bieber and Beyoncé

I have the three essential bass notes that I need to harmonise

I got my pride (don’t you know it, and I got the style)

My manly pride (don’t you wish that you could talk to the whales?)

Just like I do (any frequency, it’s all possible)

I’ve got it all!

(Brave chorister improvises an 11th or 13th above chord in a falsetto squeak!)