Sunday, May 30, 2010
The heat is on
Son of a sea cook, the heat is on for me to join the choir at church. It is not as if they have no women in the choir but most of the women they have are teenagers or kids in their early 20s. They need a more, ahem, mature voice.
Two jokes here.
No. 1, who would have guessed that the choir for the Latin Mass would be overrun by kids in their 20s? I am telling you, the Latin Mass is where it is at!
No. 2, big laugh thinking of me as having a mature voice.
I sound like a 10-year-old!
Especially before my second cup of coffee which is usually the situation on Sunday mornings. One cup is probably bad enough. I am ashamed to say I do not know exactly what the food rules are before Mass for an, ahem, traditional Catholic. I only know the modern rule where you are not supposed to eat for an hour beforehand. I am sure in my present situation the rule is much more stringent. That is why I have not gotten around to finding out exactly what it is.
I have a couple of problems with joining the choir. First I have trouble sleeping on Saturday nights because often I work and I do not know what it is, I can not go to sleep. Last night at 3 a.m. there I am, up and wandering the house sipping Honey Reserve.
Secondly having been a church organist I know what goes on in organ lofts and it is not a lot of praying, I will tell you that right now. It is a lot of stressing. Well, you often have fun in organ lofts too. At Gerard's I remember one day Dorothy, who sang with me, and I were getting ready to do the "Danish" Amen.
And a split second before we began, Dorothy goes, "I wish I had coffee and a Danish right now!"
Ha, ha! There was just something about it that got me. That is how sophisticated my sense of humor is.
Perhaps I will try the choir and see how it goes. All I have to do is show up an hour early. There is no rehearsal during the week which is lucky because telling the story of Leonard Pennario leaves no time for that.
Singing in the choir might improve my knowledge of the Latin chants.
I could pretend I was back in the SCA. I could use old SCA skills I had forgotten I had.
Wow, now I am psyched! Perhaps I will summon my erstwhile ladies-in-waiting.
I will command them to accompany me to Mass.