making a joyful noise

So, the Community Chorus concert was this evening. (Well, last evening now, I suppose). We did Beethoven's Mass in C Major, along with the Knox College Choir and orchestral accompaniment and four excellent soloists, and it was grand. At least, I thought so. But then, I was singing in it, so I couldn't really hear what everybody else could, and my opinion's probably uninformed and biased anyway, given my relative inexperience with that kind of music.

And of course, now I've got about four different bits from the Credo playing an odd round in my head, interspersed with the occasional burst of "GLOOOOOO-RI-A!" (God, that entrance is so cool!) *hums*

At any rate, I enjoyed myself quite thoroughly. It was the first performance since my days with Academy Singers where I felt like I actually accomplished something. I mean, much as I enjoy Women's Chorale, it's not a challenge, y'know? It's fun and all, but...idk, perhaps a brief anecdote will explain my feelings more clearly.

My anecdote about Women's Chorale

So at the beginning of term, we got some new music, and one of the pieces was a lovely little SSA round, Dona Nobis Pacem, arranged by one Harry Robert Wilson. Upon sitting down and looking over the music, I exclaimed, "Oh, I remember this! We sang this in middle school!" Now, I was merely noticing a fact out loud; my feelings on the subject were somewhere along the lines of, "Oh, I know and like this song! Yay!" I didn't mean it to sound condescending, as in, "Oh god, why are we singing this stupid, easy crap?" but I think that's how Sarah (the director) interpreted it. So I told her that well, it had been honors choir, if that made her feel any better. I don't think it did, which is part of why I failed to mention that, while it had indeed been honors choir, the year we sang that song was actually the year it went to just being regular choir. And that we actually only sang it as a warm-up.

But really, what does she expect? It's not a high-commitment group, and everybody knows the music is easy. We're singing Seasons of Love, for God's sake! Surely she realizes she's not conducting rocket science here. And it's not a judgment call on her, it's simply the nature of the group—WC is for fun. If you want a real musical challenge, you join community chorus or go out for KCC.

Ah well. I likes me my singing, in whatever form it takes.

Speaking of KCC, they're holding auditions. I think I'm gonna go for it. I have no idea whether or not I'd have even the ghost of a chance (and I rather think I wouldn't), but I chickened out in the fall and I promised myself that I'd do it this time around. So I think I will. I mean really, the worst that could happen is that I wouldn't make it and I'd just stay with community chorus and women's chorale like I am now. I don't think Laura Lane will chase me screaming from the room with a pitchfork and tell me never to be caught dead within ten miles of the Knox choir, and if she does, well, I can take a hint. (I really hope she doesn't though, because that would be scary.)

On a completely unrelated note, I had no pockets this evening. As I was undressing for bed a moment ago, I took off my bra and out fell my key to the door downstairs, which I'd forgotten I put there. There's now a kind of weird-looking, key-shaped, grayish-green area on my skin where it was sitting all evening.

And, yeah, that's all I've got for the moment....

*sings* Et vitam venturi saeculi AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-men.

:D