A Night With Vox Fortura….

After my ‘oh so perfect’ last minute Carousel trip  on Friday night, I had another treat in store for the very next day.

I woke up on the Saturday morning bright and early, despite feeling tired from the Friday night and getting in at one in the morning. (Just an FYI, thirty years of age isn’t exactly old….but man alive I can’t do late nights anymore. I just want a comfy bed and eight hours sleep. And some slippers. And whiskey in my tea. All the thirty year old things….ya know?)….I packed a bag for me and the Littles and we were on our way to Clacton-On Sea to see the gorgeous and super talented Vox Fortura.

The Littles are not so little anymore. They are getting older and as a credit to them, I know they can behave well. So I thought it would be a fun little weekend to not only take them along to see the boys, but also stay in a hotel for the night. That might not seem a huge deal to some, but it was for them. They had never stayed in a hotel, EVER. Previous holidays have involved caravans and cottages, but never a hotel.

We arrived in a sunny Clacton and had some lunch. We played on the arcades because that is a MUST at any seaside resort, then checked into our hotel. The kids claimed their beds for the night and then demanded it was time to get spruced up for our show.

For the people that don’t know the children very well….they LOVE to dress up. They absolutely insisted on bringing their smartest clothes. I thought it was a cute touch so I let them. Before we went to the Princes Theatre, we had a little photo shoot on the wind swept beach….as you do, right?

Then we made our way to the theatre and collected our tickets. By now, the Littles were super excited for the show.

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And when I saw Vox Fortura in big letters, so was I.

Vox Fortura consist of Thomas Goodridge, Rodney Clarke, Julius Williams III and Elias Hendricks. If you feel like you’ve heard the name before, you probably have. Vox Fortura are a classical crossover group and they made it as semi finalists on the hugely popular ITV show Britains Got Talent. The crowds loved them, the judges loved them….and judging by the reaction when they didn’t quite reach the final….everyone at home loved them.

Of course, there is a little personal theatre link with one of the members. Raise your hand Tommy G! Seeing the name in big letters and realising that this was actually their own tour (having previously seen them as a support act for G4 in September), I was proud and excited for what the night had in store.

A few months ago, I purchased their debut album Heroes which you can check out here…. http://voxforturaofficial.com/shop/ …. and it has been on repeat LOADS in this house. The songs, the range in vocal ability, the soothing quality….all of it is mesmerising. Having had a glimpse of them live with the G4 tour, I knew the Littles and I were in for a treat, and we weren’t disappointed.

First of all, the kids sat still and quiet for every moment the boys were on stage. That proves how hypnotic they were.

When you have voices that are that powerful combined together, it makes for spine tingling feels.

But one of my favourite parts of the show was the fact that they chose to showcase every one of their individual talents. I can’t think of a group I have seen in concert that have ever done that. Each of them got to do two solos and it was excellent to see them singing songs that clearly meant so much to them. I have many stand out moments from the night, and I am sure if I list them all I will be here a long time. But I will name a few of them.

*Elias did a sweet speech about how it was coming up for Americas Mothers day. He told the story how he had spoken to his Mom (<<check me out going all USA…) and she said that the present she wanted was for her son to sing her favourite song on his tour that she couldn’t make. I honestly shed a tear when he beautifully launched into Bring Him Home from the hit musical Les Miserables. A song that is so powerful and chilling at the best of times had me weak. All four guys have the most gorgeous, soulful and rich voices. Elias sang Bring Him Home with emotion and love. And that combination always makes for the best performances. I have no doubt that he made his Mom so proud singing that the way he did. My kids, at just eight and eleven, knew that it was an emotional one. They looked at me when he finished as we were clapping and just went…..”Woah”.

*Rodney was my daughters favourite throughout the show. She loved it whenever he was on stage and seeing her smile so much was brilliant. Her favourite song turned out to be ‘Unforgettable’ which Rodney sang. He pulled a member out of the audience and sang with his rich low voice. Any girls dream! Leona asked if when she gets older, will they sing to her. I said yes because I’m not about to dash my daughters dreams! Unforgettable was a really sweet moment. But my favourite Rodney moment was without a doubt when he sang Some Enchanted Evening from one of my fave golden oldie films, South Pacific. I have never heard that song done so well. He didn’t try to change it. It was flawless. That song needs a rich, deep tone and his voice was perfect.

*Julius Williams (THE THIRD OF COURSE!) was a ball of charisma. And man he can sing. My stand out Julius moment was when he did a beautiful rendition of Michael Jacksons She’s Out Of My Life which is possibly my favourite Jackson song. It’s just one of those songs that makes your hairs stand on end. Where Rodney has a deep voice, Julius has the higher, almost silky voice. And because they got to showcase their individual talents, there is no way you can possibly compare them. All of them were exceptional in their own right and I honestly think that more groups should do this at concerts because it was nice to see. There was no sense of one of them hogging the limelight. It was all solidarity. All supporting each other. It was lovely.

*Of course, as much as I LOVED the solo songs, the group performances were out of this world. It is hard to choose a favourite song from the album, but one of the ones I was most looking forward to was Heroes by the late, great David Bowie. And it didn’t disappoint. I remember when they performed this on Britains Got Talent. It was just SO good. When the Littles sing this song now, they sing it the Vox Fortura way instead of the David Bowie way. Who knew that you could turn a song like that into such a striking crossover? All of them harmonising together just melts me. You do not get just how powerful their voices are until you are sat in front of them. (I said this about Alfie Boe in my last blog, I have been a lucky, lucky girl the last week or two.) I don’t know if it’s the voices, the way they stand there looking so serious and feeling every note or the staging/lighting….it’s probably all of them which makes it such a show stopper. I could listen to the guys perform that song day in, day out and never get bored.

*Don’t get me started on Lately. Lately by the fantastic Stevie Wonder is one of my favourite songs of all time. It’s an emotional one for me and has such meaningful words and personal feelings attached. I can’t really describe the moment they sang this on stage other than perfection. Oh, and there were more tears. Of course.

*I can’t do a ‘favourite moments of the Vox Fortura tour’ bit without talking about the man, the reason I went to see them in the first place. Mr Thomas Goodridge. If you ever look his name up (which you should if you haven’t, do it….go on….), you will see that he has a whole host of talents under his belt. Then he went and surprised all of us last year by combining with the other lads and joining Vox Fortura. I am so glad he did. I feel that this group of talents need to be more widely recognised. You will never meet a nicer man than Tommy G. And it’s not just that he’s nice, it’s that he can hold a crowds attention any time. He can turn his hand to anything. He makes people laugh, he awes people.

I have LOADS of favourite Thomas moments from the night, but one in particular was when he casually started rocking out and dancing to Stevie Wonders Signed, Sealed, Delivered. It was also Lex’s favourite song of the whole show. He thought Tommys dance moves were the coolest, which they were. Thomas delivered the song excellently.  So much energy, happiness and talent. If it wasn’t for the fact I was sat in a somewhat reserved crowd, I would have got up and danced myself. My other stand out Tommy moment was a solo. This is where I lose huge points because I have no idea what the song was. I have tried and tried to remember and find it to no avail. (If anyone was at the tour and knows, please fill me in!) I loved it so much, that I phoned my best friend and tried to describe what it was like but couldn’t. Tommy had a high voice, a low voice, an inbetweeny voice, an operatic voice, a smooth voice, a pop voice, a rock voice, a soulful voice and ALL the voices in just one song. It was outstanding. It’s probably some really well known song that I totally should know, but I’m sorry….I just don’t. But I loved it.


I didn’t want the show to end. And neither did anyone else. They got their rightful standing ovation and I was sad it was all over so quick.

We got lucky as the boys announced they were going to sign CDs and such, so off we went to say hi.

I adore Vox Fortura as artists and people, but I adored them even more when they treated my children with such kindness. They went out of their way to make them laugh and feel at ease. Julius had a little joke with Lex, Rodney was happy when Leona told him that Unforgettable was her favourite bit of the show – in turn making her super happy from his reaction. They signed the kids CD (we got another one because the kids wanted their own copy) and signed the poster they had. They had photos together and it was all just magical for them. Being nice to me gets you in my good books, being nice to my kids gets you an admirer for life!! Of course, they wouldn’t have been nasty to the Littles….nobody would….it was just the personal touches that made my children feel like they had the best night ever. The boys didn’t have to joke around and ask them their ages and take pictures….but they did. And for that, I thank them. I have had two excited people telling their school friends and family about it alllll week and it ain’t died down yet!

It was amazing to see Tommy again and tell him how much we loved being there. We got the hugs in and had a blast. They were virtually being mobbed at the end there and rightly so. They might be classical crossover artists but to me and everyone else that night, they were Rock Stars.

Thanks for the best night Vox Fortura.

We must do it again sometime soon.

 

Watching The People Go By

This could either be the title of a really corny 1950’s film that I would LOVE …. or it could be another blog post that doesn’t make sense. Let’s probably go for the blog post option. As this is a blog post. And not a film. Because I have no theme music for this. I suppose you can add theme music to the page. Well, I know you can. Because I did on my old blogs. OK , get voting on a theme song readers! Wow, I have went way off point here…….

Working in retail, I get to people watch all the time. Believe it or not, I actually take things in underneath all the outward smut I show to the world. While you may think I am actually just lusting over a particularly hot guy who has just walked past, I am also watching him as a person…. not just a face. The same if it was an elderly lady, a teenager…. or an alien. I like to watch people. It gives you a good grasp on the way the world works. 

There are some gorgeous people in this world. Inside and outside. There are also some awful people. I’m not talking about the murderers/rapists and so on, although of course…. they are the worst. No, they really are. But this post is about …. well, i’m not sure. But not them anyway. 

Everybody has a bad day right? Some people have a bad week/month/ or even year. And it sucks. Let’s make no bones about it, when things don’t go your way, the world looks like a darker place. But we all just need to take a step back and smell the fucking roses once in a while. 

The situation I’m about to explain isn’t a great one, but it is my situation. So I will tell it. 

Last night, I got around three hours sleep. It always seems to happen when I have a delivery day the next morning. My mind just doesn’t shut off. I had been working so much in the last week or two that I was missing the kids, and on my only day off I went to London to see Jersey Boys because Jon Boydons hips are an instant pick me up and the kids were out on Saturday anyway so I didn’t feel bad about missing out on time with them. So last night I was feeling guilty in general I guess, and it’s not just working Mums, it is every Mum that gets struck with this guilt feeling every so often. Being a single Mum, I am constantly questioning whether I am doing things right. So yes, these thoughts kept me up, 

I awoke groggily to the sound of my piercing alarm at four. Four in the morning shouldn’t even be a time but it is my reality every Tuesday and Friday. I fell over while having a lightning quick shower and then I walked into the door, banging my knee hard. I went to drink my coffee , realising too late that I hadn’t actually boiled the kettle because I was so tired. I poked my mascara wand in my eye which is a bitching pain, then I whacked my head with my hairbrush as I tried to comb out the tangles of my frizz. 

As I left the house, it was raining. Which is fine. I like the rain. But it was cold, dark, raining and 5am. As I got halfway to work, I realised I had forgotten my purse which sucked as I needed to get some shopping on the way back. I stepped on two snails by accident and walked past a dead bird with its guts spilling out of its body. 

I got splashed by a lorry on the thirty minute walk and by the time I arrived at work at 5.50am, I had already had enough. At 6:10am we had a text from the manager who was delayed because of over running engineering works which was crap for him because he had delivery and promo in the same day, and it was shit for me and my workmate who were stuck outside in the rain for nearly an hour. As I said, I like the rain. But I don’t like waiting in it that early in the morning for a never ending amount of time. 

When we finally got in to the shop, we had to work our asses off to make up lost time. My hands and arms are cut to shreds from all the box tearing and shelving we had to do. The cages that are ten times bigger than me are hard to even open , let alone move…. and I was once told my a workmate who had worn a steppy thing during a delivery shift at work that we cover between 6-10 miles a shift. Which may seem easy enough but dudes, I walk a mile there and back and it’s 6am. 

The shop opens at half 8 and we were still madly putting things away. I was trying to put stuff away around the tills/front of shop and serve people at the same time. And I had just learnt I would be staying an extra two hours to help with the time we lost from this morning. 

I know you are all finding this fascinating, but there will be a point. 

Retail is very 50/50 . Some people are lovely. Some people are not. 

I had already lost my enthusiasm for the day by the time the shop had opened. But of course, I served people with a happy smile and a ‘have a nice day’ attitude. So why….. please tell me why…. some people…. choose to act like you just killed a bunch of puppies for merely having the cheek to serve them? 

One woman was so rude that she honestly had me a nervous wreck. If I can be nice to her despite wanting to go back to bed for a few days, surely she can just at least be ….. just…. mildly polite? She doesn’t have to be overly friendly. But a little less cold would have been great.

But all that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that she merely grunted at me as I tried to pack her items away neatly in a bag that she had waved in my face. It didn’t matter that rather than handing me the money, she slung it on the counter, making some fall off the side and then moaning because I was time wasting in going to pick it up for her. It didn’t matter that as I beamed at her and told her to have brilliant day she looked at me like I was piece of shit. You know why? 

Because she might have been having a bad day herself right? She could have been having a day ten times worse than mine. She could have just lost a family member, she could have had her life savings stolen, she could have been having a mid-life crisis. She also might have been someone who volunteers her time at a charity. She may be someone who works twelve hour days just to make ends meet. She may have just saved a drowning cat. 

So many things to consider when facing another person. 

I meant it when I told her to have a nice day. Honestly. Because if her mood was any indication to go by, she wasn’t having a great one so far…. so she needed the parting comment. 

I just wish that she had maybe considered that I was having a bad day too. Because I think that at the moment, it is what is wrong with the world as a whole. We are so wrapped up in our own heads that we don’t give thought to other people anymore, and that is sad. I fully admit that I am not the most…. how shall we put it…… contactable friend??! I barely ever reply to a text message because I prefer to phone. Friends will send me messages three pages long on facebook and I will reply with a line when I remember. I’m shit at remembering birthdays even if I write them down and names…. I am so bad at remembering peoples names I have only met once. But I do care. I think about things. I wonder if you are all having a good day and so on and stuff and bits and bobs. 

Outwardly, I portray the ultimate smutty fangirl who has a brain that is wired a teeny bit differently from everybody elses. It’s understandable people would think that as today I told a fellow shop worker that the world needed more varieties of banana bread and I stand by that. I’m not sure she had the same views. Anyway…. I give that image to the world. But deep down, i’m PEOPLE WATCHING. I’m watching you all. Wow. Now I sound super scary. Watching you in a nice – non – creepy way obviously. Basically, what I am trying to say is…. I know you all have feelings because I see them. And I have feelings too. 

A few years back…. I had the worst of the worst days. My Dad was critically ill in hospital hundreds of miles away and I couldn’t visit him. We didn’t know if he would make it through the night. My sisters were both quite young at the time and they needed dinner, but we didn’t really have anything in the house so I had to go shopping. The thought of going shopping was horrific. I felt like every aisle I walked down was a never ending hell. I wanted to burst into tears with every step. But I didn’t. And when I got to the checkout, this sweet worker, probably a similar age to what I was then…… she smiled and told me I had a friendly face. For no reason at all. I had a sweet, friendly face according to her…. and then, at the end of the transaction, she didn’t just wish me a happy day. Oh no. She actually said…. 

“Have a wonderful life sweetie, you deserve it.”

How nice is that? That one comment on the darkest of all dark days has stayed with me ever since. Little did she realise just how much I needed her words. Or…. not even words. Just her smile was enough to lift my spirits that tiny teeny bit. 

What I have been trying to say this whole post is that your words, your actions, your gestures and your attitude in general will impact somebodies day. You may not think it will, but it does. Just a smile from somebody could make a person feel a whole load better about things. 

My work story really isn’t a good example. On a bigger scale, we have our NHS workers who work tirelessly to be treated with venom by some patients. We have police officers who get abuse day in, day out for just doing their jobs. We have workers who do a twelve hour shift picking up litter from the streets, all while singing a merry tune and greeting people with a cheery hello. We have midwives who work through the night , office workers meeting a deadline and dock yard workers out in all weather. I can’t list every job, but no matter who you are and what you are doing…. just remember that a smile and maybe if you have the time…. a kind word wouldn’t go amiss. 

The world can be a beautiful place even on the darkest and most miserable days, you just have to look for the sunshine. And sometimes….. you, yourself holds that sunshine. 

So with that, I’m just going to leave you some depressing pictures of what a 5am walk to work looks like in August. AUGUST!!  What the frick is it going to be like in December? BUT…. I still find remarkable beauty in these pictures. And no doubt I will find it in the cold months as well. Because I saw this new coat I wanted and it’s fucking awesome, so that will be a silver lining…… 

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