Stage Fright
It was in the basement of Hiatus, celebrating the return of John and Nana, that I suddenly realised that this thing I was going to do, this Happy Robin, was going to be a SHOW. When I sang at Paragon or Centrepoint or Central, which I have been doing on and off, it was always touch and go( an expression that Nana recently loath). I'd sometimes meet the members of the band for the first time when I got there half an hour before the first set, or in the case of Centrepoint, learn the lyrics the day before the show, and then off we'd go. Touch and go. This one, this Happy Robin, I was going to have to put together, with the help of direction of Nana and Elaine, and rehearse, and learn my lines and my songs and the arrangements, and do it right, for SIX shows. It isn't going to be as easy as I thought. I am going to have to work. And dig. DEEP. What do I have to say, about myself, about the world around me, about anything? Happy Robin. I always tell people that the name of the show was craftily foisted upon me by Nana so that she could steer me away from the cut-wrist songs that I specialised in. There is a hidden meaning in the "Happy" too, of course. Robin Goh "coming out" to a theatre near you. Like, DUH. But I guess there must be somebody out there who doesn't know, doesn't have a clue. I'm not exactly wearing a pink feather boa, or one in any colour, out about town. So I figure it's about time those who don't know, knew. And what better way than in song? And maybe a little dance. Made a list of songs, a very short list, but I'll add to them in time. Nana made a suggestion of a Peggy Lee song that I would be thrilled to sing, but will I get it right? Will I get it all right? I must, and I must get to work!