Courteous breathing

So yesterday I had my Breathe for Singing Workshop in the house. It went really well, at least I hope it did. But 3 people who had booked for it didn't show up, no phone call/text/email nothing, just no shows. What is up with people? Has common courtesy completely left us? I mean it actually worked out ok for me in some ways coz I think if everyone had shown up I'd have had very little room and it was eaiser to give people one to one attention in a small group, but still. I think at the very least a text to say sorry I can't make it would have been nice.
But to be honest, if I'd written this yesterday I would have given out a lot more, but as I had such a good night out last night I'm not feeling that angry anymore




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A jazz singer, a teacher & a cat

So as some will know, I'm new to blogging as such have decided to sit down with a rather nice glass (or two) of wine and get to grips with it. My initial plan was to write about my life as jazz singer and vocal coach, with the idea of, a: giving people an idea into what that lifestyle (I use the term loosely) is like and b:possibly drum up some business in the way of students etc
But my misfortunes of late (the bad leg, the cat with the conjunctivitis) have led me in a slightly different direction and while I will, in this blog discuss my day to day teachings/rehearsals/music gigs etc I will also include some of my other moments to add a bit of colour (another loose term) and also provide me with an opportunity to vent.
(Venting, something I discussed over a particularly fine dinner last night and decided that it can be a very beneficial thing. Why should we keep our grievances to ourselves for the sake of perceived social convention, why for example should we not ask someone that we know to say hello to for ten years or more if they do indeed know our name? Yes it may be an embarrassing and awkward situation but surely it will bring us all together? But perhaps that's getting a little too specific......)
So to bring the unaware up to date, I am a jazz/blues singer and I teach singing/vocal care/ear training and music theory from my home in Dun Laoghaire where I live with my ever amusing cat Dusty.
Singing is my joy and pashion and I hope to discuss this and the many aspects of it in these blogs as well as my other joy which is teaching.

For more on my music you can vist www.myspace.com/valeriecoynemuisic
and for more from Dusty you can vist his facebook page - Dusty Coyne - He can be very entertaining and sometimes even a little philisophical

Galdiator I am not

Since spectacularly falling down the travelator in tescos, ripping my ankle up and damaging the ligaments I have gained a new appreciation for, well just about everything. I have spent this week relying on the kindness of neighbors (One in particular who, luckily, has kindness in abundance) and my flatmate,who has, suddenly turned into Mother Teresa, dressed in rugby shirt and dubes of course.
One can't help but wonder, had I trained as an Olympic gymnast as a young girl would I have fallen so dramatically? Had I started life as a synchronised swimmer would i have had more co-ordination? Or could it be the cold hand of karma be coming to get me? "I'll get you my pretty, you and your little dusty too" (thats right, I view karma as the wicked witch from Oz) Hadn't I built up enough "good deed stamps" to avoid that fall, I mean that's what "my name is Earl" would had me believe and surely television is always right?

Well whatever the reason, I'm stuck with a bum leg, there are some pro's and some con's to this.....I just can't think of the pro's right now.


Thanks for reading my first blog :-)