So great. Thank you. (I worked in a bar in college and the owner was always drunk. Some customer said: We’re off to see the Messiah. George yelled: Oh, no! is HE back?)
Church people patter is a THING. I had to stop going to the midnight mass at my friend's church because of it. I felt bad, I am happy to sing the same old Christmas carols every year and I so enjoy the crazy Christmas sweaters of the ladies in the choir, but damn: the patter, and the acceptance of it, ended up driving me away for good.
Just about ready to go to a Handel’s Messiah, this one because my niece has a solo. I’ve been for the past few years, as her older brother and sister have performed. And I do ask myself, will I make an excuse not to go next year each time. But I won’t. At least not till my sister runs out kids to be in the next years performance.🤣
Waiting for that same snow that never came I attended one of those same performances last week and later learned that the tradition of standing during the Hallelujah Chorus (I alone sat mute, though no less mute than most of the symphony hall standers) may or may not have been because George II stood to pass gas at the work’s London debut, compelling everyone else to begin an Anglophilic tradition not dissimilar to our baseball’s seventh inning stretch.
The tepid interlude I experienced in North Carolina compared poorly with an unforgettably lusty crowd performance a few years ago in LA’s Disney Center, which attendees’ cult-iosity could not have differed more from my current neighbors’ either in their broad outlines or details. In both venues everybody stood, yet I had to wonder whether my urbane secular fellow Angelenos needed all the more a heartfelt connection to the music.
Submission to the customs of their respective cults something they share. As for me, my impulse when read a land acknowledgment at the outset of any convocation is to stand when all others remain seated, and if unable to audibly pass gas then at least to bleat loudly my displeasure.
You were quite close with the garden shrew thing, one deity I favour is that weasel who chewed a wire & shorted out the Large Hadron Collider in 2016, thus accidentally sending us all down the wrong trouser leg of Time. ALL HAIL TIMELORD WEASEL!
Dammit, you triggered a stroll down memory lane. One of the last big choral pieces I was involved in was Handel's Messiah. The music is great to listen to, but the real blast for me was to sing it at the top of my lungs in the chorus, especially the end of part II for Easter. Purists only perform part I at Christmas. There's also Bruckner's Te Deum, which we teased as 'tedium' when we performed that piece one year. Sometimes I miss vocal music, but not enough to go find a choir.
Some of my family are relentless fundamental Christians and somehow this time of year isn’t fun and joyful but another reason to tell us heathens we’re going to hell. I wonder if they’ve heard Hansels Messiah?
So great. Thank you. (I worked in a bar in college and the owner was always drunk. Some customer said: We’re off to see the Messiah. George yelled: Oh, no! is HE back?)
Hahahaha! Our everlasting shift supervisor is never gone for good!
If I make my bed in hell, behold, you are there.
This is hilarious!
Isn't that funny. He was over it.
You would love me. I make abrupt announcements all the time! Here's one of my favorites: It is a sin to waste a ripe tomato.
Church people patter is a THING. I had to stop going to the midnight mass at my friend's church because of it. I felt bad, I am happy to sing the same old Christmas carols every year and I so enjoy the crazy Christmas sweaters of the ladies in the choir, but damn: the patter, and the acceptance of it, ended up driving me away for good.
cannot literally believe how brilliantly plotted-out and enjoyable this piece is..."hope" you got some snow! 😇😆
Just about ready to go to a Handel’s Messiah, this one because my niece has a solo. I’ve been for the past few years, as her older brother and sister have performed. And I do ask myself, will I make an excuse not to go next year each time. But I won’t. At least not till my sister runs out kids to be in the next years performance.🤣
Great post!
Waiting for that same snow that never came I attended one of those same performances last week and later learned that the tradition of standing during the Hallelujah Chorus (I alone sat mute, though no less mute than most of the symphony hall standers) may or may not have been because George II stood to pass gas at the work’s London debut, compelling everyone else to begin an Anglophilic tradition not dissimilar to our baseball’s seventh inning stretch.
The tepid interlude I experienced in North Carolina compared poorly with an unforgettably lusty crowd performance a few years ago in LA’s Disney Center, which attendees’ cult-iosity could not have differed more from my current neighbors’ either in their broad outlines or details. In both venues everybody stood, yet I had to wonder whether my urbane secular fellow Angelenos needed all the more a heartfelt connection to the music.
Submission to the customs of their respective cults something they share. As for me, my impulse when read a land acknowledgment at the outset of any convocation is to stand when all others remain seated, and if unable to audibly pass gas then at least to bleat loudly my displeasure.
Many years ago I went to Handel’s opera Alcina. It was unfathomably long and repetitive.
You were quite close with the garden shrew thing, one deity I favour is that weasel who chewed a wire & shorted out the Large Hadron Collider in 2016, thus accidentally sending us all down the wrong trouser leg of Time. ALL HAIL TIMELORD WEASEL!
The croo-oo-ooked straight, & the rrrough places plain!
oh well, we got a glazing of snow :-)
Dammit, you triggered a stroll down memory lane. One of the last big choral pieces I was involved in was Handel's Messiah. The music is great to listen to, but the real blast for me was to sing it at the top of my lungs in the chorus, especially the end of part II for Easter. Purists only perform part I at Christmas. There's also Bruckner's Te Deum, which we teased as 'tedium' when we performed that piece one year. Sometimes I miss vocal music, but not enough to go find a choir.
AAAAAAAAAAHMEEEEEEEEEEN!
Some of my family are relentless fundamental Christians and somehow this time of year isn’t fun and joyful but another reason to tell us heathens we’re going to hell. I wonder if they’ve heard Hansels Messiah?