You Can Go Home
I'm here this weekend. If home is the place where you grew up, this is home. This is where I found my feet, what I stood for, and where I began to sense what I truly wanted to do.
It's also where I found my voice, literally. That's why I and several dozen other men and women are here--Paul Machlin, director of the Colby Glee Club, now the Colby Chorale, is conducting his last concert before he retires.
This afternoon we had a rehearsal, alumni only. Warming up, working through two songs that we had all sung at one time or another ("Full Fathom Five" and "Walk on Children"), it all came back--the muscle memory, the special sort of listening you do when singing in a group, the attention to The Director, but most of all, the sheer joy that singing under Paul's direction was once and was once more, for an hour.
I can't wait to hear Haydn's "Creation" this evening. Right now, I feel like I have been created anew.
Thank you, Paul.
Sorry it's not a better photo, but the gesture is so characteristic, I had to use it.
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