When my wife showed me this video
as a longtime choir director it, well, struck a chord with me. To get the full, awful magnificence of it you need to watch the whole thing, which takes a certain amount of sticktoitiveness. I turned back to her and said “This choir has the wrong name. It should be ‘The Unbearable Whiteness of Being'”.
I think the moral of this story is ‘Shoemaker, stick to thy last’. Or, as Dirty Harry put it, “A man’s got to know his limitations.” Not all material is suited to every choir.
Okay, I got about 55 seconds in and went, “Yo? WTF?” Whoever had this idea should simply stop having ideas, about everything.
And the longer I watched the worse the horror got…HMOFGMISFFS.
To quote Malcom Reynolds, “That’s a fact.”
It ain’t Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Sort of a demented Sondheim.
Is there a job you haven’t done? I swear if you opened a post with “As a long time pirate. . .” none of us would be surprised.
Isn’t that the truth?
I was a choir director, off and on, from the time I was 14 for a period of nearly 30 years.
I’ve had quite a checkered career, more so than most folks I guess, but there are lots of things I’ve never done. I’ve never been a physician or a lawyer or an architect or a novelist. I’ve never been a repo man. I’ve never made my living doing anything overtly illegal—like being a holdup man, a burglar, or a counterfeiter.
Anything inside the law.
I saw her today at the reception, a glass of wine in her hand…..
PS
That’s one of the reasons I love this site. Dave has such a rich and varied experience set. I have more than I’m willing to share. But I get it.
He’s a good incubator.
Broad, warm wings.