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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Gah, why are these so hard to sing??? Pretty, but exhausting.
There's a choir concert tomorrow - the dress rehearsal was tonight - and we're doing three of these. A sad one sandwiched between two happies. The sad and the second happy, both about spring. All by Thomas Morley.
1) Sing We and Chant It
2) April is in My Mistress' Face (with the second verse added by Thomas Oliphant)
3) Now Is the Month of Maying
The cheerful ones have fa-la-las. These syllables I associate now with Christmas, but I guess they were the late medieval/Renaissance version of "doo doo doo." Or the "fa"-less "la, la, la." Maybe even a "yeah, yeah, yeah."
We're singing the madrigals with piano accompaniment. The director tried to get us to sing them a capella, but people kept going flat.
Yes, Kirsten, be self-satisfied that you kept in tune when singing them by yourself. That doesn't matter. This is choir.
Aaaand MY weakness is that these songs take so much air. My lungs protest, my throat dries. I have to skip high notes, even whole phrases, or my voice gives out. So for this weakness too, the piano accompaniment gives a little relief.
Oh yes, and the swear in what_made_you_swear_today went something like "Why's this such a son of a bitch?" As if dogs birth fa-la-la-ish songs to frustrate choristers.
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