Archive for February 7, 2008

i’m not

going to church choir rehearsal after all. i’m completely wiped out.

sadly watched as the tow-truck man hooked up my little white car and took it away.

please don’t cost me a lot…sigh…

downloading photos and video now. i’ll post more later.

Bass

okay. i’m an official dork. i asked him to sign my journal. everyone was doing it! (would you jump off a cliff?)

and the person who googled him for his Concordia lyrics, who came to my blog earlier today, is also in the chorus. he came up to me during a break and told me he thought i had some great photos on my flickr. i was kind of glad he did that. he thought i might mind him reading the blog, but honestly, i’m not writing anything here that’s very personal. in a detail sort of way anyhow.

we did Passage Into Spirit tonight, the longest piece, and the one that has made me now love Walt Whitman. it was draining, tense, but completely worthwhile. there were a few moments when i felt so mournful for my cousin Kim. it was cathartic to sing this piece so shortly after her death…

let me say this about that piece: the composer, Randol Bass, illuminated the words of Walt Whitman, and i said this a few days ago, it’s as if they collaborated on that piece together. i wish i could be more clear, or articulate about it, but i cannot stress how lost i was about Whitman until this piece rang true for me last saturday morning during rehearsal.

anyway. i have much more to say, about that piece and the others.

i also took hundreds of photos and some video.

tomorrow i’ll be having my car towed after work and then church rehearsal. so i won’t be available probably until friday to freely talk more about all of this.

i feel blessed to have taken part in it.

PS- one of my friends in the chorus, said to me yesterday, out of nowhere:

maybe you could write some lyrics for randol. you could write something for him.

she said that because i wrote a lot of poems about my choral and orchestral musical experiences and they were either published in the paper or whatever. it just happens that many people in the chorus know i write poetry. but here’s the thing: what a wonderful thing to say to me, to think that anyone would think my poetry good enough for his music. wow.

:)