Sam Smith… Teaching singing…. and the universe…..
Okay… so here's the thing.
My career was trotting along nicely at the end of my twenties with a successful jazz album under my belt and a nice little deal in the offing for an all-original album…
Then… out of the blue… Hormones kicked in!....I had to get pregnant…. Nothing else mattered….
And I did… (with a little help from Charlie my ex-husband, ex-drummer… he still drums… but not for me!)
And Drousha my daughter is the most amazing person... watch this space!
But unfortunately babies and singer/songwriter careers are not always the best of friends…
So when Fred Smith called me up and asked a bleary-eyed new-mum if she taught singing… and had time to listen to their ten year old boy… my gut instinct was "NO NO NO!" I'm ashamed to say.
A) I was K N A C K E R E D!
B) I didn't know if I could teach what was never taught to me; how to sing and
C) I missed being a performer SO much and somehow teaching felt like I was being demoted…. like I'd failed as a performer and all I could do was pass on the baton to the next generation.
Of course… this was all ego-driven, neurotic nonsense… but you'd be surprised what sleep deprivation can do to a brain!
So Fred and his little boy Sam turned up at my toy-strewn house… Politely ignoring the chaos… and Sam started to sing....
At the end of an hour (which flew by) Fred returned to collect Sam saying "we think he's got a good voice… what do you think?". And - still in a state of shock - I replied "I've never taught before… so I have nothing to compare him with BUT I think he’s incredible!"
Many years later I’m so glad I trusted my instinct. With Sam’s help!... His talent, enthusiasm, courage and dedication made me forget all my fears about my new-found role. I could teach… or rather 'share'. For the next nine years our lessons were never like lessons. We just shared songs… our gifts - what a joy! How lucky am I?!
Spring 2014 I went to see Sam at the Shepherd's Bush Empire and sat next to Kate his mum. A packed house of doting fans sang his songs along with him. I tried to… But singing and crying are hard to do simultaneously…
I cried with pride... and gratitude... Because little Sam brought me back to singing... Refilled the empty batteries... And now... here I am... bands, projects, albums, new songs pouring out of me….!!
Whenever Sam sings… You forget other stuff. You're lifted into a different place and all you want to do is sing along. Is that why he's a superstar? I hope so… Cos that makes me feel great about the human race!