Saturday the 12th was *sniff* our last Marriott of the semester. Good thing we killed it, *grunt* get PUMPED! Jarred, our third bass 1, couldn’t sing but instead recorded us, so eventually I’ll be able to hear what we sound like without me singing over it; that’ll be great. And I can show the choir off to people, should it become necessary to do so. And Jarred can edit the basses mistakes out with a high pass filter, should it become necessary to do so.
There were, as usual, a couple of times people either upstairs or downstairs, unaware of what they were missing, were a bit loud, but in one amusing instance Jarred leaned over the bannister or whatever that little fence thing is called and adorably shushed the kids downstairs. Add that sample to the laugh track.
The Thursday rehearsal before the Marriott was… interesting. Half of us were still in shock for election related reasons, so it was very relaxed. We’d made Laura shed tears during our performance of sleep the previous Marriott, so as ancient and holy rules dictated she bought us all donuts. Try the Eggnog ones from Dunkin; they’re pretty lit. At least I think it was Eggnog.
We got in a circle and sang that way instead. It was like every song was an exaggeration of itself. Reminded me of “Soap Opera Night” from high school drama, where during the last tech rehearsal, everybody exaggerated every line and every movement. Like a soap opera. We basically did the equivalent for choir music. Tykus had Claire and Josh on the dance floor, while on the other end of the spectrum we sang Sleep with the lights off. There was also a song, I forget which, where someone thought it’d be a good idea to link elbows, but this made the circle a lot smaller and things happened and we ended up almost sacrificing Claire. Sorry Claire.
The music we make is fantastic. I’ve always loved a capella. I ran the all-male a capella group “Testostertones” last year at my high school which was much smaller, definitely no classical music like we do here, and featured songs such as “My Enormous Penis” by Davinci’s Notebook. But despite the noticeable lack of that song, the repertoire of Crepusculum is never boring and I can’t wait to keep singing more songs with them.
Gregory OUT! Peace.