I weep for wonder, wandering far alone, of shadows on the stars.
I have to smile when I think back to
those days in the past
For now those very notes are what I'm paid to sing
We men who sing these higher tones
are few and far between
You've heard it said that laughter's
best when it is last,
Pitch can be a bitch...but so can I!
-The Trouble with Trebles in Trousers, Jake Heggie
Yet another summer day. This morning, I ran some errands for my mother -- not fun. Then I went over to Kathleen's for a while. Yay. And I've whiled the rest of the day working on a setting of "O Gracious Light." I should probably go learn the music for Choir Camp. How darling.
À plus.