4.11.2007

Yea verily and forsooth . . .

. . . my voice is dead.

Not *dead* dead, in the strewing-graves-with-flowers-farewell-sweet-maid-i-loved-her-more-than-you kind of way. More in the really-bad-cold-probably-shouldn't-talk way. Except I didn't have a cold, I had Episcopal Holy Week.

I love Holy Week--loved the services and even most of the music--but my voice was already tired, and couldn't take all the extra singing. And I'm afraid I won't recover before Sunday, which is *really* depressing to contemplate, because our chorale concert is Sunday, and we're doing lots of brilliant pieces. Latin-motet-stuff, arranged-by-Jackson-Berkey stuff, and really-cool-spiritual-with-drums stuff. And it makes me happy, and I want to sing it all, and I'm afraid I won't be able to without my voice *really* dying. Which would be bad.

In other news, I really shouldn't be here because I'm supposed to be finishing a first draft of a paper that's due tomorrow, and I should also be sleeping so I can get up in time to practice for my rhythm audit tomorrow (because my grade in that class could use some help). My lack of motivation is disturbing. Or at least my lack-of-being-disturbed by my lack of motivation is disturbing. Or something.

(I mean, you think you're apathetic as a junior. Then you become a senior and discover whole new levels of apathy and irresponsibility. Then you graduate, and start a fifth year of college at a new school with a new major that will take you another 3 years or so to complete . . . . and it's so far beyond apathy that it's a whole new thing. It's like uber-apathy. Grades and studying become wholly meaningless concepts, and you're constantly on the verge of quitting and driving to Alaska. Which is insane, because you like your snow in extreme moderation.)

The one bad thing about Holy Week (besides my voice being all dead and stuff), was our Easter anthem (which we sang twice and failed-to-sing once). It starts out okay--he arose, he burst the bars of death, etc.--but then, without warning, it spins off into incredibly bad theology cloaked in even worse poetry:

"Then first Humanity triumphant passed the crystal ports of light
And seized Eternal Youth."

And this is why I don't flee to Alaska. Because if I can become an organist-choirmaster-person, I can ensure that at least one church in the world is spared this sort of drivel. And that, in its own small way, will make the world a better place.

Besides, getting paid to play the organ in a church with liturgy and footwashing is just *cool.* 'Specially since the organist doesn't have to sing, and therefore has a not-dead voice. Which also falls under the "cool" heading in my book.

And with that thought, I'm going to actually take a stab at my paper. (Yes, I split that infinitive intentionally and with malice aforethought. Consider yourselves mocked, ye vague and ineffable grammar police!) All those of you who are not grammar police and who are blessed with voices and without papers should sing happy songs and go to bed early; and all those of you without voices and with papers . . . well, let me know anytime you decide to run away, 'cause I'll come. Particularly if you're paying for the gas.

7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

good word usage - drivel. You get cool points for that.

12:46 PM  
Blogger The Wileyman said...

"Humanity Triumphant"? "Crystal ports of light"? "Seized Eternal Youth"? Pagans! All pagans!

You should run away to the place where I live sometime. For a visit at least. It's a lot closer than Alaska.

4:00 PM  
Blogger Ros said...

I second what the Wileyman says.

9:45 AM  
Blogger Pinon Coffee said...

Woohoo! I quite agree on the word usage. That was just a well-written post. Amusing. I love it when you get into moods like that.

Hmm...when I want to run away, it's generally to somewhere warm or at least filled with people I like. Alaska isn't.

1:52 PM  
Blogger Gabi said...

lol Well, your internet voice is certainly not dead.

May you find success in your exploits and may you rid (at least your corner of) the world of bad theology and worse English.

12:42 PM  
Blogger The Wileyman said...

As long as your voice doesn't become undead, I won't worry too much...

12:17 PM  
Blogger The Wileyman said...

It's been a month... seems that this blog may be dying the death.

2:14 PM  

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