lyrical love

I love to sing... and that's kinda an understatement.  Even more than hearing myself sing, I love singing in a choir.  I love being surrounded by other voices perfectly blending and dancing with my own.  I love singing a note and hearing the power of that note drift around me.  I love the challenge of a complex melody... something I can't sight read... something that makes those rusty gears in my brain start to turn.

Moving back to Pennsylvania, my husband has generously taken over some household duties so that I can be in my church choir and in Venango Chorus, the local community choir.  I limit myself to one evening activity a week, so choosing a choir over yoga is a really tough decision.  However, I COULD do yoga on my own, I just really love a weekly class... still working on that self-motivation to have a better home yoga practice.

Back to the choir... Perhaps it's because the choir director is extremely talented.  Seriously, the energy she expends during each rehearsal, her ability to hear all parts of the music simultaneously and know just how to tweak the sound, her rapport with the people (I seriously don't know how she can be kind to some of the "morons" and/or "tone deaf" members).  Perhaps it's because the choir director is my mom (confession:  I get my "tolerance of other people" gene from my father... and we find most people to be morons! HA!) Perhaps it's because both of these choirs are full of my favorite people (despite what I said in the last parentheses, there are truly a lot of fun, talented and awesome people I enjoy rubbing elbows with...and whispering to... sorry mom!).  Perhaps it's because it's my "gift" (Mr. Rogers would like that reason).  Anyway, being a member of a choir is such a fulfilling release for me.

Here are a few of the lyrics we're singing in the "Broadway and Beyond" Venango Chorus concert on May 2nd (let me know if you'd like the details to attend the free concert) that really STRIKE A CHORD with this mama:

from My Fair Lady medley:  "All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air, with one enormous chair; Oh, wouldn't it be loverly!  Lots of chocolate for me to eat; Lots of coal makin' lots of heat; Warm face, warm hands, warm feet, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly!"

from Porgy and Bess medley:  "I got no lock on de door (dat's no way to be).  Dey kin steal de rug from de floor, dat's okeh wid me 'cause de things dat I prize, like de stars in de skies, all are free."

from Good Morning Vietnam:  "I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do!"  They're really sayin' "I love you."  I hear babies cry, I watch them grow, they'll learn much more than I'll ever know and I think to myself, what a wonderful world."

All I have left to say to my dear bloggy friends (ie everyone who takes the time to read my ramblings), "HOW DO YOU DO!"

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