Honours List - Column 8: June 23 1993
I am still simmering! It’s over a week now since the Honours
List was published, and yet again my name did not appear on it!!
I realise Her Majesty had an ‘orrible year, because she kept
telling us so, but is that any reason to continually overlook one of her loyal
subjects? What do I have to do to gain Her acknowledgement?
I have worked for the State (being in insurance for five
years) and allowed my brain to be on tap at the City Council. I delivered Her
Royal Mail at two different times in my career. Like Her forebear Henry the
Eighth, I’m a minor composer, writing my first song worth remembering when I
was only a teenager.
I have written countless songs since then, some of which
have been performed.
While accompanying four opera singers, I played the piano
for thousands of schoolchildren around New Zealand, even continuing to play
after the lid of the grand piano at Tokomairiro High School fell on my thumb –
mid-aria.
I have accompany a pre-Dame Kiri. She condescendingly told
me (and I put it down to her youth) that everyone makes mistakes sometimes. (I
assume she meant in the way I played the music, rather than in my choice of
singer.)
I have listened to more music than all the 19th
century composers wrote in total, much of it with my full attention. It has
been music that ran the gamut from the extremely incomprehensible (like that by
John Cage, who was opaque in everything he did) to the totally sublime.
I have sold goods door to door, and collected money door to
door, so you could easily count me as being a community worker.
I wrote my first play before I was out of my teens, and two
later ones which I destroyed, since, like Brahms, I didn’t want my juvenalia
undermining the fruit of my later genius (which is still to bud).
I have submitted over 300 articles to various publishers not
only in this country, but in the United Kingdom (of Her Majesty) and the United
States. Two-thirds of them have been published. (And not all in this column,
either.)
You’d think in the midst of Her Majestic year she would have
noticed one of those, surely? Furthermore, I have read more books than are sold
at the Regent Book sale each year, many of them from cover to cover.
Like Paul’s adopted son, Timothy, I have been a Christian
since my youth up. I have worked twice for my church in paid capacities, quite
apart from the countless hours I’ve spent shifting other member’s furniture from
one house to another, and attending pot luck meals, and listening to those who
are going through difficult patches.
I have watched thousands of movies, and untold hours of
television (which is why I’ve watched thousands of movies). That any person should
endure so much and still be ignored each year is beyond my comprehension.
I have enjoyed book-keeping, endured economics, delight in
English, and been bewildered by maths – at times. I have studied Trachtenberg’s
system of multiplication, the one he conceived in prison without any paper. I
can read some Italian, German and Modern Cool.
I live in a house with four teenagers, amongst others. When
I remind them that I used to carry each one in the crook of my arm they give
that teenage ‘look.’
With all these credentials (and many more that I can’t fit
in due to space restrictions), I ask you: Why wasn’t my name in the Honours
List this year?
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