Sonia Allori: Moving times

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Sonia Allori’s third song in her series on the theme of being locked down and locked out is called ‘Noodles’. She explores the irony of a battle to go beyond the front door throughout the past year and then of suddenly staying very still at home alone but together with everyone.

photo of a small dog2019 was a year with a fair bit of momentum where I spent many days and nights away from home and living in hotel rooms. I toured Scotland in the Spring with a sensory show called “Sound Symphony” (IAP/Oily Cart) and never missed a rehearsal or performance. I remember thinking before we started to work on the project that I might fail horribly but that something buried deep inside kept saying “Go on!”. Before this I had become a little too comfortable in my hermit persona and was merrily hiding from the world as it had been 5 years since “Threepenny Opera” with Graeae. Honestly, it was as though there was an invisible force field around the door, and I revelled in hiding from everything and everyone. There’s something there that mixes a natural reticence to be in view generally, all mixed up with shyness and a healthy dose of anxiety. Quite a peculiar thing for someone who performs on stage from time to time. I blame the paradox that is my parents; one Scottish and shyness and unassumingness personified and the other, Italian exuberant and singing at all and sundry! Somewhere in the middle of all of that is me!

In 2019 I was working quite hard to break through the invisible force field and was winning. I joined Sonic Bothy which meant regular work and travel in Glasgow and then in the Autumn/Winter performed at The Royal Opera House in “The Lost Thing” living in Covent Garden for 2 months. The first few months of 2020 carried on in much the same way with work and travel continuing to Glasgow & London until …… the world changed overnight for everyone and we were in the midst of a pandemic. Here we are almost a year later and like lots of folks I have been at home and having forgotten how to “people” the force field is well and truly back around the door. But all is not lost, for I have an ally in the shape of a mini dachshund who requires venturing outside on a daily basis! We’ve connected online and perhaps even turned up to more things virtually than ever possible in person. I don’t really believe in “the new normal” however, I’d quite like “a whole new world” (which sounds a bit Disney, sorry!). One that includes and gives equal voice to everyone. Here’s hoping. In the meantime, I’ll keep annoying everyone online and keep prodding at that invisible force field with an umbrella!

Noodles

For an hour I searched for flour,
But the whole world is baking.
Cakes to sweeten the soul,
And bread shaped like trees & flowers.

And if only everything that’s wrong could be solved with gluten free noodles.

It really isn’t fair I thought,
That life’s worth is questioned.
You pay your fare and ride the train,
You follow rules, you go insane.

And if only everything that’s wrong could be solved with gluten free noodles.

We’ve all got mail these days,
Mostly cyber and less paper.
A happier planet, no a land of confusion,
Gift-wrapped with a bow of Trump’s delusions.

And if only everything that’s wrong could be solved with gluten free noodles.

Be alone, be a pair, eat a pear
Be like my dad who has no hair,
Be prepared, be a good sport,
Have dark thoughts and don’t resort to fakery (in a bakery).

And if only everything that’s wrong could be solved with gluten free noodles.

Eat less meat, eat less.
Be more, do more, work more.
Try not to snore or bore.
And do try to meet your fellow humans (in person once in a while).

And if only everything that’s wrong could be solved with gluten free noodles.