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Wednesday, March 28, 2007Tra La LaSo. I've been asked to conduct a choir at church for Easter Sunday. Now, this isn't new ground for me. I founded and conducted a choir way back in 1990, which then morphed into a sixteen-voice chamber group. We performed twice a year, springtime and Christmastime, for several years. I adored it. And yeah, the leadership thing. That's part of who I am, too. Hand me a microphone, a podium, a baton, or anything else that remotely hints at standing up front, and I'm there with bells on. It's not a problem. Except this time, I'm nervous. This time, I'm watching the clock as though I were counting down an appointment with the guillotine. And I'm thinking...what's with this? After much soul-searching, I've come to conclusion that I simply don't get out in front of people enough anymore. I don't mean girl dates and other fun, one-on-one things. I mean, well, groups of people. Because writing is a solo act, and that's what I've been pouring my passion into for several years now. The last time I stood in front of a group was at my sister's wedding in 2002. I gave a toast at the reception. And I stressed over it like you wouldn't believe. Mind you, once I had that microphone in my hand, I was good to go. I love talking to people, making them laugh. And I wanted everyone in the room to know how thrilled I was with my sister's choice of husband, so the words just flowed. That was over four years ago. And now this choir thing. I'm worried about the dumbest things. Like, the singers won't like me. I won't get enough accomplished. My pants will fall down. Seriously. My belly isn't quite big enough for the maternity capris I'm wearing today. I've been hoisting them up all day. And I'm having visions of...well, I'd rather not go there. So that's where I'll be this evening -- leading about thirty singers, most of whom I've never met, in a rehearsal at church. Fortunately I've roped Eric into singing tenor. (Convenient being married to a tenor, it is -- do you know how hard it is to find a good tenor?) Oh. And one of the pieces we're doing is the Halleluia Chorus from Handel's Messiah. Can you imagine the effort I'm going to have to put into training a mixture of Yankees and Southerners to pronounce the word "Halleluia" the same way? Hopefully the Yankees will have bigger mouths (we usually do). Gulp. Labels: life |
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4of my readers are feeling chatty:
Very exciting!!!!! And if by some freak chance your pants slip down, remember to look on the bright side...at least you have a hot little bod!! *wink*
Wow! The Hallelujah Chorus will be cool.
Everyone is going to have to belt it out though... Thirty voices seems a little small for that piece. I always envision a sky full of angels singing that.
Go Eric!
he he he
Actually, Dave, a huge choir is not idiomatic for Handel's Messiah. In his day, it would have been performed by more of a chamber group. And I prefer it that way, being a purist and all. In fact, I'm delighted by the size of the choir -- it's perfect for Messiah, according to the way it's "supposed to" be sung. I HATE those huge, beastly choirs belting it out! LOL
And...the rehearsal went well. I'm pooped! :)
LOL re: getting the Yankees and Southerners to pronounce "Halleluia" the same way. Hahaha. =) God bless for getting back in front of big groups and leading them. =)
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