Dawid and Osterøykoret posing for the camera
Tiny raindrops sparkle in the hair of the close to fifty people standing outside the integration and learning centre on Osterøy, Norway’s largest inland island. A woman approaches the group with a folder and a puzzled look. “What are you all standing around outside for? It’s past seven!” The reply comes from a tall woman with a teasing gleam in her eye. “Yes, the one with the key forgot it at home – but don’t worry, her husband’s on his way!” Laughter is shared by those waiting in the dropping temperatures. Some turn quizzical glances towards the stranger of the group, a dark haired man with a calm demeanor. His name is Dawid. He is a professional dancer in Carte Blanche – the National Norwegian Company of Contemporary Dance. He is visiting the Osterøy Choir to give a workshop – if they ever get inside the building, that is. “Can’t we sing a song while we wait,” someone pipes up from inside a well-insulated coat. The conductor, Jon, doesn’t need to be asked twice. He sings a note, loud and clear. The air is filled with voices and melodies of giddy, slightly frozen choir singers warming up. A steel blue Audi pulls into the parking lot. A key dangles from a hand sticking out of the rolled-down window. Our saviour has arrived, and the choir workshop can finally begin.
Dawid and Osterøykoret posing for the camera
In the old Osterøy gym room, the singers form a half-circle on the yellowed wooden floor. Only three chairs have been set out, reserved for those who need to sit. Everyone else is expected to stand – and eventually, to move. The altos whisper among themselves. Speculation is rife. Perhaps there will be a reinlender? Or even a mazurka! The conductor finishes warming up the choir, before Dawid steps in. He asks them to sing through one of the pieces they are currently working on. He places a recording device on the floor. “Don’t worry. It’s just for us,” he smiles. The choir sings. Dawid looks at them with a playful expression. “Good. Please, lay down on the floor.”
Ihsaan demonstrating big feelingss at the workshop with Bergen Vocalis
It’s a much needed water break in the classroom at Åsane Upper Secondary School. The workshop is over, and Ihsaan says his goodbyes. He’s met with an enthusiastic wall of sound in return: “Thank you! Please come again!”
Out on Osterøy island, darkness has long since fallen. What was supposed to be a 90-minute workshop turned into two hours and then some. One of the choir’s oldest members, a man with a piercing gaze and bad knees, gives thanks for the experience: “This was a very nice time,” he says, nodding gravely. “For a while, I forgot my aches and pains. I’m going to bring some of these exercises and ideas to my physiotherapist!”
The chairs and piano are rolled away, the remnants of the break-time cake is packed up. “I didn’t know I could move like that!” says one. “I liked it,” says another. “This was fun! I dared to do so many things, because everyone became so playful!”
Once the lights are turned off, the only thing lingering in the room is a question:
“Perhaps we could do this every week?
Ihsaan og Bergen Vocalis in happy poses!