"So, I had a dream about the Chorale the other night." Dr. Melfi re-crossed her legs and tapped her notebook, "Hmmm, again?" I closed my eyes, "Yeah, we were backstage before a concert, the choir was huge, 400 singers and we were performing at Santa Monica High School, a really, really big school, at least in the dream. Singers were wandering all over the place, mingling with students, taking naps, the music director was skate boarding without a helmet, our accompanist was playing hacky sack outside. Some singers were in robes, some in black and white, some in board shorts and tee shirts, some in bathing suits. I was trying to get them lined up but it was total chaos. And then the principal ran up to me in a panic, "I just learned the FLOTUS and POTUS--Michelle and Barack--are going to be here for the concert, they're arriving any minute!" Someone was pulling my arm, "You have to help me find the restrooms." So we head off on the search and promptly get lost in some subterranean boiler room...." Dr. Melfi re-crossed her legs, "The end right? You woke up and you failed again, mission not accomplished, how your dreams always end." Her idea of confrontation I guess. Sometimes I wonder why I don't fire her and find a new shrink. Once again she had totally misunderstood my dream.
The other night, some 100 singers gathered at the rehearsal hall. There was lots of talking, loud laughter, people signing in, finding music, finding seats, a sea of electrons and neutrons bouncing around with no unifying force to pull them into some sort of order. And then, finally, we started singing, and in that moment it was as though a huge magnet was pulling that chaos of energy into a coherent atom of sound. They say matter is neither created nor destroyed (mostly). But in art, the final creation (if done right and done well) can be far greater than the sum of the parts. So, now we begin the journey, to take 100 voices, and make them all "pretty" in order to make the whole atom of the Bagaduce far more "pretty" than those 100 individual "pretty" voices. This be the choral excellence we pursue, let the voyage begin!
The other night, some 100 singers gathered at the rehearsal hall. There was lots of talking, loud laughter, people signing in, finding music, finding seats, a sea of electrons and neutrons bouncing around with no unifying force to pull them into some sort of order. And then, finally, we started singing, and in that moment it was as though a huge magnet was pulling that chaos of energy into a coherent atom of sound. They say matter is neither created nor destroyed (mostly). But in art, the final creation (if done right and done well) can be far greater than the sum of the parts. So, now we begin the journey, to take 100 voices, and make them all "pretty" in order to make the whole atom of the Bagaduce far more "pretty" than those 100 individual "pretty" voices. This be the choral excellence we pursue, let the voyage begin!
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