I have been in a nearly continuous state of tension between exploding with glee and melting with joy, all seasoned by a modicum of impatience with the general youth and flightiness of the singers here. We did sing all day yesterday, even more than we might have. We took a day trip to the beach, which was full of perfect river pebbles rather than nasty sand, and we lit fires and sang around them, KS arrangements that Stephen conducted, and taught each other rounds and I can't believe my life is basically turning into a set of circumstances I couldn't have written any better to make myself perfectly happy and fulfilled, except that not everyone cares quite as much as I do but so many do and it's exhilirating and I never want to leave.
Last night a bunch of us who care the most (and some tagalongs who don't quite but wanted to sing with us) spent two hours on some of the arrangements from Simple Gifts, and we got them nearly perfect, so much that it was a form of little death. I NEVER WANTED TO LEAVE. Or even go to sleep.
Every day, sometimes more than once, we have rehearsal in the MIDDLE OF A CATHEDRAL. Directed by THAT BASS. Who stands RIGHT NEXT TO ME ALL THE TIME. Singing things like RACH VESPERS and PAERT MAGNIFICAT and DEEP RIVER and REALLY I CANNOT CAPSLOCK ENOUGH TO SHOW MY ACTUAL ENTHUSIASM. I would have to be jump up and down squeeing while holding perfectly still with ecstasy and collapsing into a puddle of B-flat juice.
Tonight is our first public appearance, singing the Psalms for evensong IN THE CATHEDRAL. WHAT. My life can hardly be more perfect. I may have said that already.
Let me just say it again. I never want to leave. I do want it to get a little bit better, but maybe it shouldn't, because then I might die, because who can live after peaking at 22?
Last night a bunch of us who care the most (and some tagalongs who don't quite but wanted to sing with us) spent two hours on some of the arrangements from Simple Gifts, and we got them nearly perfect, so much that it was a form of little death. I NEVER WANTED TO LEAVE. Or even go to sleep.
Every day, sometimes more than once, we have rehearsal in the MIDDLE OF A CATHEDRAL. Directed by THAT BASS. Who stands RIGHT NEXT TO ME ALL THE TIME. Singing things like RACH VESPERS and PAERT MAGNIFICAT and DEEP RIVER and REALLY I CANNOT CAPSLOCK ENOUGH TO SHOW MY ACTUAL ENTHUSIASM. I would have to be jump up and down squeeing while holding perfectly still with ecstasy and collapsing into a puddle of B-flat juice.
Tonight is our first public appearance, singing the Psalms for evensong IN THE CATHEDRAL. WHAT. My life can hardly be more perfect. I may have said that already.
Let me just say it again. I never want to leave. I do want it to get a little bit better, but maybe it shouldn't, because then I might die, because who can live after peaking at 22?
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Yo' Mama