Tuesday, December 6, 2016

 Image result for the messiah handel

My friend Chris sent me a poem by Kaylin Haught, and I love it so much, I want to keep it forever, so here it is. I will put it over on the sidebar (Is that a valid use of the term?) as well, but I want to share it here so you won't miss it:

God Says Yes to Me
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if was okay to be short
and she said it sure was
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly 
what you want to
Thanks God I said
and is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up 
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes

I think I need to hear more from Kaylin Haught. She's new to me, or I'm new to her, and I'm smitten.

"The Messiah" in Duncan went well. It wasn't a sing-along after all (I had my signals crossed). It was a proper concert, a full house, and exciting to sing. This coming weekend's concert, though, is a sing-along for sure. I can't believe that I used to dislike "The Messiah". Our soprano soloist was wonderful, and her "I know that my redeemer liveth" brought me to (very quiet, discreet) tears.

The tenor and bass were also a pleasure to hear, but my mind kept going to something Chuck, with whom I sing at St. Paul's, had joked at our last rehearsal. I think -- but I'm not sure -- that he was quoting Norman Luboff. What he said was "The tenors make the ladies swoon, but the basses take them home."  Whenever the male soloists started to sing, I would have to suppress a grin.

That calls for a musical offering, doesn't it?
How about some Kiri?

I know that my redeemer liveth

  "Messiah" image from Google Images

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Music! Music!

Let's see. This is my week: Tuesday night, I rehearsed The Messiah with the Malaspina Choir. Last night (Wednesday), I made a 45-minute trip to Duncan to rehearse The Messiah with the Cowichan Choir (and Malaspina Choir. We're teaming up.) This afternoon, I met with Thursday Writers. We did not sing. Tonight, there's church choir.Tomorrow, off to Duncan again for another rehearsal. Saturday, a rehearsal with Vox (for our dramatic reading of A Christmas Carol - with carols) , then to Duncan for the Messiah performance. Next week there will be more rehearsals, but here in town, rather than in Duncan, thank goodness. The Cowichan group will come up here to perform The Messiah with us for a Nanaimo audience. Two sing-along Messiahs in a week -- bliss.

Altogether, I'm just about ready to collapse -- but I'm loving every minute of it. I don't know how I managed to retain any semblance of sanity in those years when I didn't sing. When I was in my early fifties, singing with a choir and with my own little quartet to boot, I suddenly started sounding like a frog. My allergies had decided to control my life. I stopped singing altogether, and just took the practice up again a couple of years ago -- not long before I was diagnosed with cancer, actually. There was a time -- two times -- when I was afraid I'd never be able to sing again, but all is well now. I have no breath control, but then I never did have any breath control.

Life is just full of surprises and second chances and joyful moments, isn't it? Happy Advent, everyone.

Photos:  Advent wreath - Google images
              Posters - Malaspina Choir and Vox