After all those years in the Symphony Chorus and three years singing in his church choir at Highland Park Presbyterian, I can’t begin to tell all that David taught me about music, performing, life in general and myself in particular. And I mean that literally—I’ve been trying to put it into words for some time now and nothing I’ve typed so far has made any sense.
So let me put it this way: Early on in this blog I described how a “foodie” tastes food—how it’s a richer, more complex experience than the average eater enjoys. David did that with music—savoring each note, pulling out the deeper meaning of the key signature, working to get every aspect of every phrase of every piece just right. He constantly strove to create the highest and best possible musical experience, whether we were singing the Verdi Requiem or Jingle Bells. He wanted to honor the audience . . . to honor the composer . . . to honor God. I will spend the rest of my days attempting to do the same. I suspect many of my fellow singers will, as well.
Requiem sempiternam, David. We miss you.