also, a note from the concert
chaosvizier's post about attending a Messiah sing-along reminded me of a tidbit I wanted to post about our concert last weekend.
One of the arias in Messiah is "The Trumpet Shall Sound," which is really basically a duet between a baritone singer and a trumpet player. I love this one -- it's great music and if someone back in Handel's day wasn't writing singer/trumpeter slash I'll eat my hat. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the trumpeter we use in our choir is totally hot and sits right in front of the sopranos, and with the baritone soloist facing the audience, we chorus members onstage can't really hear him very well -- but we can hear the trumpeter perfectly. So it feels more like the music is all about him, and the singer sort of blends into the background. ;)
Anyway, "The Trumpet Shall Sound" never fails to get me all excited. I know that our trumpeter is married, but man, if he ever had a mind to, all he'd have to do is look at me and I'd be his willing slave. Ahem. ;)
So in our concert last Sunday, after that aria was over, I turned to my seatmate (a very cool older lady named Bette Davis -- really, that's her actual name) and whispered, "I need a cigarette." I MEANT it in that joking way, you know, like people say when they have an experience that's almost like sex? But she clearly did not get it. She thought I actually meant that I needed an actual cigarette, and she gave me a look of horror. D'oh!
I meant to grab her afterwards and explain, but I didn't get a chance. Ah well. heh.
One of the arias in Messiah is "The Trumpet Shall Sound," which is really basically a duet between a baritone singer and a trumpet player. I love this one -- it's great music and if someone back in Handel's day wasn't writing singer/trumpeter slash I'll eat my hat. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the trumpeter we use in our choir is totally hot and sits right in front of the sopranos, and with the baritone soloist facing the audience, we chorus members onstage can't really hear him very well -- but we can hear the trumpeter perfectly. So it feels more like the music is all about him, and the singer sort of blends into the background. ;)
Anyway, "The Trumpet Shall Sound" never fails to get me all excited. I know that our trumpeter is married, but man, if he ever had a mind to, all he'd have to do is look at me and I'd be his willing slave. Ahem. ;)
So in our concert last Sunday, after that aria was over, I turned to my seatmate (a very cool older lady named Bette Davis -- really, that's her actual name) and whispered, "I need a cigarette." I MEANT it in that joking way, you know, like people say when they have an experience that's almost like sex? But she clearly did not get it. She thought I actually meant that I needed an actual cigarette, and she gave me a look of horror. D'oh!
I meant to grab her afterwards and explain, but I didn't get a chance. Ah well. heh.