That’s what the bumper sticker on my car says and it speaks the truth. Last week I was involved in the Berlioz Te Deum. (We got excellent reviews, btw—but then it was mighty loud and we Texans do like loud. Five cymbals. Count ‘em. Five.)
This week it’s all about Bach’s St. Matthew Passion, which we’re doing later this month. It’s a wonderful work, but it’s also quite long, in German, and my part alone has roughly a zillion notes. (Some of them are not quite what one might expect, either. Ol’ Johann was tricky like that.) I’ve about determined that my choir (there are two in this piece) is pretty much there to call down curses; it seems like we’re always spitting out German in a hostile manner. But the ending…ah, the ending. It’ll rip your heart out.
So I’d love to stay and chat and upload pics of my daffodils and tell you all about landscape school…but I can’t (right now). I have rehearsal.