Lifetime
Achievement Award
The No Nonsense Original — Sylvia Alsbury
By Maggie Ryan, Greater Harrisburg Chorus, Region 19
She is an icon, and an iconoclast. A rebel, and a traditionalist.
A collector, and a minimalist. A survivor, prankster, technician
and artist. Since the day “Dorothy What’s-Her-Name”
finally hauled her into a rehearsal, Sylvia Alsbury has focused
her laser-like intellect and razor-sharp wit upon Sweet Adelines
International and etched her name into its past, present and future.
She’s done it with a laugh and a long, ironic look, squeezing
it all between fishing, casinos and bottles of red wine.
The 2007 Lifetime Achievement Award winner is a certifiable original
from her spiky gray hair to the striking turquoise necklace that
she ruefully admits “began life as a belt.” She has
touched every aspect of Sweet Adelines International as a judge,
arranger, director, performer, coach and mentor. Across the a cappella
spectrum, Sylvia’s influence is as relevant today as it was
nearly 50 years ago when she heard her first four-part chord and
thought
“This is where I belong. I’ll devote my life to this.”
Sylvia, who didn’t find Sweet Adelines until she was 29, was
a piano major at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music, laying
the groundwork for the innovative and extensive portfolio of arrangements
she continues to produce. Along the way she obtained her Master’s
in geriatric counseling from the University of Colorado, and found
her professional niche in the 1970s and ’80s.
“I worked with crazy old people,” she said with a laugh.
“A few of those techniques have come in handy with Sweet Adelines.”
She started with quartets, including a successful run in the AQUATONES
in the early 1960s. “We did extremely well,” she said.
“We were fifth, fourth, third and second at International
and we were ready to go to Houston and win [in 1966], and then my
(now ex-) husband got a job in Boulder and that was that. I had
kids and a family, and I wouldn’t give that up for anything.
“[The AQUATONES] had a reunion in Boise, Idaho, not long ago,”
she said. “We hadn’t seen each other since the breakup
in ’65 – almost 50 years. It was extraordinary. One
of the husbands made a DVD of our two albums – remember when
we called them albums? – and we told ourselves we would have
won and how fabulous we were. And it was such [nonsense].”
If there is one characteristic that sets Sylvia immediately apart,
it is her nonsense-detecting radar. Whether telling it like it is
on judging score sheets (“Ohhhh, you almost had it. But if
it’s not there, it’s just not there …”),
or her wince-inducing appraisals of the occasionally lifeless performer
(“Zzzzzzz …”), Sylvia can be counted on to cut
through feel-good platitudes that too often pass for honesty.
But candor alone doesn’t make you beloved. More likely, it
will make you lonely. Sylvia’s gift is diluting her frankness
with a charming dose of self-deprecating humor.
“Years ago I was making these vocalese tapes, you know, exercises
for the voice, and I had this Springer spaniel named Scruffy Ann.
I was doing one of those ‘yah-hoo-yah-hoo-yah-hoo’ exercises
and Scruffy Ann decided to join in. So people got ‘yah-hoo
(howl), ya-hoo (howl) …on their tapes. I just left her on.”
Sylvia, alongside co-director Julie Haller, led High Country Chorus
to International gold in 1980. She arrived in Boulder, Colo., in
the mid-‘60s to find the tiny Continental Chorus teetering
on the edge of extinction. Nancy Bergman paved her way, urging the
chapter not to disintegrate before Sylvia had a crack at them.
“At my first rehearsal there were 11 of them,” Sylvia
said. “One of me, and maybe three of every part. That was
the beginning of High Country.”
High Country, the result of a merger that included Continental Chorus,
flourished under Sylvia and Julie’s leadership. Co-directing,
still not often seen, was really a foreign concept in the ‘80s.
That makes it perfectly, utterly Sylvia.
“My first melanoma came along and I needed help,” Sylvia
said. “Julie came out of Continental Chorus and it just worked
out very well. We were the first co-directors to win [International].
We shared directing on the same song. I’d do the intro, she’d
come in and do the middle, and I’d do the tag. It was choreographed
by Jim Massey and it really was something special. It was ahead
of its time.”
Gold medal in hand and at the height of her directing career, Sylvia
stepped out of the spotlight and back onto the risers.
“She made the transition gracefully,” said Kim Hulbert,
San Diego Chorus master director. “She chose her successor,
trained her, and sang for her. It was lovely.”
High
Country’s legacy ensured, Sylvia left Colorado and moved to
the desert. “I had done it,” she said. “I was
50, my kids were out of school and I hated the snow. I moved to
Tucson, Ariz. – hot, dry, brown and sparse; my idea of heaven.”
There, she moved into a new phase in her life, a phase that would
see dramatic changes for all of Sweet Adelines.
“When she moved into Region 21, she became an integral part
of why 21 is the region it is today,” said Kim. “Sylvia,
with Bev Sellers and Nancy Bergman, changed the direction of Sweet
Adelines. Everything became education-oriented. It became ‘let’s
train people to sing good barbershop.’”
Now age 77 (“I went from ‘76 Trombones’ to ‘77
Sunset Strip’”), Sylvia’s restive nature still
pushes her out of the mainstream. Her prolific arranging career
continues to produce music that Kim calls “iconic, highly
singable and intelligent, because the potential for overtones in
female voices is always present.”
Such a lofty appraisal might light up Sylvia’s nonsense detector,
even though she knows the compliment is sincere. While she’s
proud to be an arranger and feels good about its future in Sweet
Adelines, she is highly unlikely to describe the process in messianic
terms.
“You hear a song and you think, ‘I could hear that with
the 11 chords I’m allowed to use [in barbershop]’,”
she said. “I put the melody in first and if I feel no one
is going to be embarrassed if I sing it, I start.
“A lot of times I rip the whole thing up and toss it in the
waste basket. You can only spend so much time trying to make a silk
purse out of a sow’s ear.”
Sylvia’s true love, though, is coaching, especially small
choruses. Nearly every summer she offers “Sylvia Alsbury’s
half-price small chorus coaching sale.” She contacts directors
and builds an itinerary that will take her from town to town for
several weeks. In years past she traveled in a motor home, truly
a barbershop gypsy. Today she prefers to bunk with chorus members.
“I’m gone about three weeks and I meet a lot of people,
and a lot of them become regular clients,” she said. “I
love to stay in people’s houses and meet their families. I
just love it. They ask me what I want when I visit and I always
say a bottle –not a box– of red wine. And for heaven’s
sake, don’t put it in the refrigerator.”
Chances are, she’s already making plans for the summer of
2008.
“I didn’t go out last summer,” she said, “and
I got bored and poor.”
Small choruses, Sylvia says, have invigorated her as a coach and
educator. “My life has been changed because of my work with
small choruses,” she said. “It’s a whole different
kettle of fish.
“You can’t depend on volume like you can with a large
chorus,” she said. “You have to depend on individual
talent to make the chorus succeed. The rewards are different, but
equal, to directing or coaching a large chorus looking for an International
championship. A small chorus gets third place and they think it’s
the greatest thing ever.”
It is the rare person who can look inside a person and find her
reality. Sylvia has that soul-seeking third eye, and she has trained
it on countless Sweet Adelines for nearly 50 years. The results
have been nothing less than spectacular.
“A long, long time ago when I was new to Sweet Adelines, she
changed my life,” said Kathy Carmody, former International
president. “Her legacy will be a lifetime of helping people
believe they can do what they think they can’t, and to do
it without fear. They can just go forth.”
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