Ten years ago, more, or less, I went to “try out” at Augustana College, to be part of the Messiah Choir. I was accepted, as most volunteers are, and started going to practices once a week. Best time ever.
Unfortunately, as the evening of the program came upon us, we had a family crisis. I was unable to perform with the choir, something I had been looking forward to for quite some time.
I mention this because I know that several of you love to sing as well, and I encourage you to go, try out for the choir. I cannot remember when they started practice, I believe it was in October, actually, so this year is too late. But, it is an amazing experience, one that I will cherish forever, and never forget.
It was probably just as well that I was unable to go because, more often than not, I was unable to even finish the score without tears in my eyes. On that night, I would have been the alto, in the middle of the section, blowing her nose, sniffling, with tears running down her cheeks.
I am that way any time I am in the presence of greatness. You should have seen me watching any Olympic challenges! I had to stop watching. Music, especially, makes me cry when it is done well. This was no exception.
I memorized all of the music, the words, even took notes on things that were important to remember, about such things as having to abruptly sing softer at this certain place, etc. It was great.
Please, if you enjoy singing, and there are many of you that do, next year, consider trying Handel’s Messiah. It gave me a whole different meaning to the holiday season. One I will never forget. Happy Holidays everyone.