Zingerella and the Five, or Was It Seven, Messiahs, part FIVE
Well, that's over.
Jesus was born, there were angels and shepherds, then there were unbelievers and the kings conspired against him, and he was mocked and he died. Bummer. Then he rose again, to much rejoicing, with trumpets. All done for another year.
Tonight's audience featured a passel of nuns and priests up in the top balcony opposite me. They caused a minor ruckus.
Note to fellow choir members: it is not polite to point at people. Ever. Even if they are nuns in blue habits. Sheesh!
Okay, it was a really minor ruckus: one of the priests was on crutches for some sort of leg injury, so the nun seated beside him offered him her seat so that he could put his leg up. She then perched on the steps in one of the aisles until an usher asked her not to. Eventually the usher found the nun a spot to perch for the duration of the performance.
The rest of the audience was unremarkable, if tubercular. There was a dear old thing in a red sequinned hat in near the front of the orchestra. Her sequins kept catching the light.
The maestro seemed happy. So that's good. Me, I'm about ready for a long winter's nap.
Jesus was born, there were angels and shepherds, then there were unbelievers and the kings conspired against him, and he was mocked and he died. Bummer. Then he rose again, to much rejoicing, with trumpets. All done for another year.
Tonight's audience featured a passel of nuns and priests up in the top balcony opposite me. They caused a minor ruckus.
Note to fellow choir members: it is not polite to point at people. Ever. Even if they are nuns in blue habits. Sheesh!
Okay, it was a really minor ruckus: one of the priests was on crutches for some sort of leg injury, so the nun seated beside him offered him her seat so that he could put his leg up. She then perched on the steps in one of the aisles until an usher asked her not to. Eventually the usher found the nun a spot to perch for the duration of the performance.
The rest of the audience was unremarkable, if tubercular. There was a dear old thing in a red sequinned hat in near the front of the orchestra. Her sequins kept catching the light.
The maestro seemed happy. So that's good. Me, I'm about ready for a long winter's nap.