Instrumentals don’t have lyrics.—Me, just now
Music today centered on church. The choir performed three songs that we hardly rehearsed for the prelude. It’s really difficult to read the music and the lyrics at the same time. I much prefer performing when I have at least one of those fiendish thingies memorized.
Worse, I was almost on my own as the tenor section. The Percussive Punctuater was away at a men’s retreat. Usually, all I have to do is hit the notes and make the appropriate vowel sounds. Booming Baritone was assigned to sing bass. (He switch hits between tenor, baritone, and bass. Amazing.)
Luckily, one of the altos volunteered to help out. Otherwise, things would have drawn serious vacuum. But between us, we got the tenor part to sound something remotely like what was written.
A local composer, P. Kellach Waddle, handled the offertory music. He performed one of his own compositions—
For the postlude, he conducted a trio:
- Our own lovely choir director on piano
- Michael Dzbenski, tenor
- Josh Borski, oboe
They performed a world premier of
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