Backstage at the Choir

lineup.jpg I cried twice during our performance last night. Very hard to sing when your lips are quivering. Our conductor John Maclay really knows to select music. I just get overcome. Singing with the orchestra, John furiously conducting, and Vaughan Williams, who was a master at the swelling emotion thing — one must cry sometimes. My brother Douglas and his wife Robin were there, with their friends Don (who I know, really nice guy) and Lauren. (Oh God, I’m pretty sure her name was Lauren, but all of a sudden I’m not sure. She was great, too.) And Doug took us out for dessert at one of my favorite restaurants, Gotham!

Man. I’m so glad I do this. It’s just such an incredibly life-enhancing thing. I took this test recently which is supposed to tell you your mental age, and I did really well. I’m convinced a big part of the reason is, except for summers, I’m always working on learning some challenging music. John picks difficult pieces, difficult for me anyway, and I pretty much practice every day. Aside from feeling good, I’m sure it must be doing good things for my brain.

Sigh. I can’t believe this season is over. I want to do it again. Those are going to be my words on my death bed. “I want to do it again.”

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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2 thoughts on “Backstage at the Choir

  1. That’s perhaps the best deathbed sentiment I’ve ever read. I’ll have to remember that.

  2. Thanks!! I always feel like that, and someone just said there is a Bhuddist saying for that, I forget exactly what she said, but that desire always leads to more suffering, which rang true.

    But, better to wish for more than less. But probably best to be content. That is so not me, is the thing.

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