Sunday, May 04, 2008
As singing in the chorus is a job, most of the time it's pretty, well, jobbish, job-like, jobesque. However, there have been one or two times when I realized that, next to being a soloist, it's the coolest job ever. Tonight, when Larry Brownlee was singing, I really loved my job. And when he sang the "F" in his final aria, and a woman in the front row had to wipe away tears, I really couldn't imagine being anywhere else. And I didn't want to set John Relyea's hair in hot rollers, or anything. Nope, I didn't. I would never think such things. And I didn't tell him, or anything. That might have been creepy. He just didn't look enough like a Musketeer.