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Sep. 22nd, 2006 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42Stupid LJ. It cut the cut. I lost several good puns! Oh well. Maybe it's for best.
I believe I mentioned that Wednesday was choir practice. Well, the song we're singing this Sunday is "Hark, I hear the Harps Eternal." When we did the first read through last week, everything went swimmingly, and, surprisingly, I had no problem keeping up. Granted it isn't that difficult of a song, but I'm only barely literate when it comes to sheet music. I read music like a functional illiterate reads English: funetikly.
Turns out, I know the song. My high school choir did a kick-ass job on it. Sure that was nearly ten years ago, but having the music and words before me again helped everything come back really quickly.
Well, Wednesday night we read through the song again, and, well, it wasn't good. Our rhythm was off, people were having trouble with their notes and... it just wasn't good. That included me.
Of course, two things were different about Wednesday. One, my section (Sop II) was shifted down to the Alto I section (cause that high F is murder on the real altos, while the high A is a killer for me), so it wasn't the melody most of the time. The one time it is the melody... Well...
The other difference was that some people who weren't there last week returned. One of those people is a second soprano. She has a verypiercing powerful voice (that's in tune most of the time). She can also sight read for real. All of this makes her the default section leader.
Anyway, while we were practicing the song, she kept messing up. I tried to sing the (correct) part louder to influence her, but, well, I'm a musical wimp. Not only do I not have a powerful voice, but I also tend to follow the leader, even if it's off a clef.
The obnoxious part was that she kept messing up the part where we actually get the melody. The melody that is note for note the same as what the First Sopranos have been singing the entire song. The fun part.
After we had gone through it three times (with her making the same mistakes each time) I tried to explain what our part was supposed to do, while she explained to me (in a tone of epiphany) that we were supposed to use the words that were directly above our notes, instead of the other altos'.
I managed not to roll my eyes, but it was a close call.
It was somewhere in there, though, when I realized that I – the novice – was right, and She-Who-Can-Read-Music was wrong that my chest imploded.
I'll just assume that it's because I don't look forward to battling her (or singing to match her mistakes) on Sunday. In church. In front of the whole congregation. Doesn't seem proper, does it?
Of course, my aunt mentioned that having whacked out blood sugar can cause anxiety, so it's possible that I just need to eat more protein. :-)
I am feeling better, thank you. I was feeling a bit panicky until my guest arrived yesterday, but we sat down, had tea and chatted for a few hours. It was good.
But now I am completely exhausted. Kerpooped, even. I feel like I could fall asleep sitting up.
And I have to make supper.
Bugger.
=)
I believe I mentioned that Wednesday was choir practice. Well, the song we're singing this Sunday is "Hark, I hear the Harps Eternal." When we did the first read through last week, everything went swimmingly, and, surprisingly, I had no problem keeping up. Granted it isn't that difficult of a song, but I'm only barely literate when it comes to sheet music. I read music like a functional illiterate reads English: funetikly.
Turns out, I know the song. My high school choir did a kick-ass job on it. Sure that was nearly ten years ago, but having the music and words before me again helped everything come back really quickly.
Well, Wednesday night we read through the song again, and, well, it wasn't good. Our rhythm was off, people were having trouble with their notes and... it just wasn't good. That included me.
Of course, two things were different about Wednesday. One, my section (Sop II) was shifted down to the Alto I section (cause that high F is murder on the real altos, while the high A is a killer for me), so it wasn't the melody most of the time. The one time it is the melody... Well...
The other difference was that some people who weren't there last week returned. One of those people is a second soprano. She has a very
Anyway, while we were practicing the song, she kept messing up. I tried to sing the (correct) part louder to influence her, but, well, I'm a musical wimp. Not only do I not have a powerful voice, but I also tend to follow the leader, even if it's off a clef.
The obnoxious part was that she kept messing up the part where we actually get the melody. The melody that is note for note the same as what the First Sopranos have been singing the entire song. The fun part.
After we had gone through it three times (with her making the same mistakes each time) I tried to explain what our part was supposed to do, while she explained to me (in a tone of epiphany) that we were supposed to use the words that were directly above our notes, instead of the other altos'.
I managed not to roll my eyes, but it was a close call.
It was somewhere in there, though, when I realized that I – the novice – was right, and She-Who-Can-Read-Music was wrong that my chest imploded.
I'll just assume that it's because I don't look forward to battling her (or singing to match her mistakes) on Sunday. In church. In front of the whole congregation. Doesn't seem proper, does it?
Of course, my aunt mentioned that having whacked out blood sugar can cause anxiety, so it's possible that I just need to eat more protein. :-)
I am feeling better, thank you. I was feeling a bit panicky until my guest arrived yesterday, but we sat down, had tea and chatted for a few hours. It was good.
But now I am completely exhausted. Kerpooped, even. I feel like I could fall asleep sitting up.
And I have to make supper.
Bugger.
=)
