My Christmas is complete. Two nights ago was the dress rehersal for Handel's Messiah; Mr. Davis turned his signature cartwheel between Part I and Part II, and we bounced our way through the enitre piece in an hour and change.
Last night, we sang it; I've always thought that the feelings felt while singing "Worth is the Lamb" must be somehow akin to the feelings being experienced by those in Heaven who constantly sing "Holy, holy holy...".
Mr. Davis almost started crying during "Surely He Hath Bourne Our Griefs"--it was all I could do to not break down as well.
Today we sang at the Cadets' Chapel at West Point--as a concert, it was terrible (the soloists were...oh, don't get me started; all I have to say is that, if you're ever considering going into classical music, please learn how to control your vibrato so that it's not able to be mistaken for sixteenth notes... :-/). This is all of course in my humble opinion. However, as an experience, it was wonderful. Though we couldn't see the conductor (didn't really matter--he really wasn't very helpful as a conductor anyways), and though the tenors rushed us through some spots (okay, a lot of spots), and though the organist was generally half a beat behind everyone, we had a barrel of laughs. After we ended the night at a diner, who could ask for anything more? ;0)
I can't wait 'till next year--364 more days!!!!
Last night, we sang it; I've always thought that the feelings felt while singing "Worth is the Lamb" must be somehow akin to the feelings being experienced by those in Heaven who constantly sing "Holy, holy holy...".
Mr. Davis almost started crying during "Surely He Hath Bourne Our Griefs"--it was all I could do to not break down as well.
Today we sang at the Cadets' Chapel at West Point--as a concert, it was terrible (the soloists were...oh, don't get me started; all I have to say is that, if you're ever considering going into classical music, please learn how to control your vibrato so that it's not able to be mistaken for sixteenth notes... :-/). This is all of course in my humble opinion. However, as an experience, it was wonderful. Though we couldn't see the conductor (didn't really matter--he really wasn't very helpful as a conductor anyways), and though the tenors rushed us through some spots (okay, a lot of spots), and though the organist was generally half a beat behind everyone, we had a barrel of laughs. After we ended the night at a diner, who could ask for anything more? ;0)
I can't wait 'till next year--364 more days!!!!
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