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Reviewing the music for tonight's Summersing of the Mozart Requiem, we're on Tuba Mirum:
Singing the Faure Requiem last week reminded me of sitting in another church three thousand miles across the country and twenty-odd years in the past, singing the same beautiful music while staring across the room at a different cute musician whose hair I just wanted to ruffle between my fingers, whose voice I enjoyed hearing in harmony with mine. I wonder what the heck ever happened to Choirboy, hahaha. Despite years in the Boston choral scene after that, I never ran into him again, and everybody who knows how small Boston is and how often I'd randomly run into people serendipitously is confused. I mean, it's certainly possible he moved away, but I thought his parents were local, making that less likely. Ah well, I hope he's still doing well and still singing.
Also, dear self, yes, your type has always been musicians, especially those who sing. :D (That very first boyfriend? An aberrance in multiple ways, but hey, everybody makes mistakes in trying new things! Since then: singer, singer, violinist, singer, singer and cellist ... yep.)
Singing Vaughan Williams' Dona Nobis Pacem after that, new to me and probably 75% of the other musicians there, just made me feel like we were trying to sight-read Stravinsky. >_>
Bass soloist: *sings slowly*
Tenor soloist: *busts in on speed*hyounpark: "Whoa, whoa there, you gotta chill, Tenor, what happened to the bass gravitas?"
Me: "Dude, tenors are just sopranos stuck down an octave, and sopranos have no chill, you can't expect tenors to have it either."
Alto soloist: *enters*
Soprano soloist: *promptly interrupts*
Me: "Sorry, Alto, I'mma let you finish (not), but the sopranos have one of THE BEST SOLOS OF ALL TIME! OF ALL TIME!"
H: "Yes, but this is why the altos are the ones with actual pop careers."
Me: "HUSH, LET ME LIVE OUT MY DREAMS OF BEING KRISTEN CHENOWETH."
Singing the Faure Requiem last week reminded me of sitting in another church three thousand miles across the country and twenty-odd years in the past, singing the same beautiful music while staring across the room at a different cute musician whose hair I just wanted to ruffle between my fingers, whose voice I enjoyed hearing in harmony with mine. I wonder what the heck ever happened to Choirboy, hahaha. Despite years in the Boston choral scene after that, I never ran into him again, and everybody who knows how small Boston is and how often I'd randomly run into people serendipitously is confused. I mean, it's certainly possible he moved away, but I thought his parents were local, making that less likely. Ah well, I hope he's still doing well and still singing.
Also, dear self, yes, your type has always been musicians, especially those who sing. :D (That very first boyfriend? An aberrance in multiple ways, but hey, everybody makes mistakes in trying new things! Since then: singer, singer, violinist, singer, singer and cellist ... yep.)
Singing Vaughan Williams' Dona Nobis Pacem after that, new to me and probably 75% of the other musicians there, just made me feel like we were trying to sight-read Stravinsky. >_>