Ite, missa est
In December of 2000, the day after the Glee Club Messiah Sing (in which, because I was young and foolish, I sang Tenor), I went over to the School of Music to audition for Camerata. I sang "Down by the Salley Gardens", and did an apparently not-terrible job of sight-reading something I can't recall (probably Bach). About a month later, I sang my first concert with the group-Leonard Bernstein's Chichester Psalms and Stephen Paulus's Psalm 1, as part of a conference, and on rather too little rehearsal time.
Tonight, at Church of the Redeemer, I helped record Stephen Feigenbaum's Claire de Lune and Spataro's In Illo Tempore and Tenebre. And that is the last, as far as I can see, that I will sing with the Camerata.
It's been a good run. I got to sing in Carnegie Hall and Symphony Hall, and I got to sing for Helmuth Rilling, David Willcocks, Neville Mariner, Krzysztof Penderecki, William Boughton, and fifty or so extremely talented and frequently hilarious music students. And Maggie, of course. Who is, in fact, extremely talented and frequently hilarious. Probably not entirely coincidental, that.
I'll find another choir. Honestly, part of the point of moving away is that it'll force me to do things like find another choir. But I'll miss this one.