June 16th, 2011

woods, Elizabeth, camera, April


As of yesterday, I thought maybe I'd escaped con crud at A-Kon (though escaping contact with something your body hasn't met yet is darn near inevitable in a crowd of 18-19,000 people from all over the world.)   So I went to choir practice last night, thinking I was not carrying any germs to the choir...and this morning woke up feeling slugged with a viral bat.

However, last night at choir was a good experience, despite not being able to sight read an unfamiliar anthem at the speed we were taking it (and wanting to smack composers upside the head for taking a beautiful and familiar hymn and making it tricksy and hard to sing, not to mention too HIGH.)  We started with a Russian composer (Gretchaninoff or something like--my music's still in the car.)   The rest of the time was spent mostly with Robert Shaw/Alice Parker anthemized versions of familiar stuff...and I have a little less affection for those than our choir director does.  Personally (and this is very personal, admittedly, and not the opinion of someone with a handful of music degrees)  I think there's a place for singing hymns *as they are familiarly known* very beautifully.  Same with Christmas carols.  They don't need tarting up with twiddly bits, startling key changes, etc., etc.   Let them show their original beauty--the reason they were chosen in the first place--by simply polishing the surfaces to a fine gloss.

This is, I suspect, a minority opinion.

Still, it's experience and singing and I'm glad to find I haven't backslid as much as I'd feared, in the month away from choir.  Unfortunately, given the state of my throat this morning, I'm probably not going to be any help come Sunday.
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