Singing with my choir brings a series of triumphs that warm my soul. And happily for me the magnitude of the triumphs is inversely proportional to the amount I know about music.
This week I’m happy to report I had to spend hardly any time mouthing the words.
Typically we go round, practicing the parts individually – soprano ones, soprano twos, alto ones and then alto twos. Awesome, I think to myself, I have this down, no problem. Until the soprano ones start singing next to me, with their loud, high voices and their melody. Suddenly the harmony I thought I had mastered becomes a distant memory, replaced in my head by a flat, discordant droning. And that’s why I spend a good deal of time mouthing the words for the sake of all those around me.
Our choir director is a fabulous, sympathetic soul who records rehearsal tracks for each part individually. As a soprano two I just have to go online and download all my parts and practice them at the top of my voice as I drive around town. After a while the soprano two harmonies start to feel so natural that I can sing through the melody without a second thought. But, until the tracks go on the website I’m at the mercy of those noisy soprano ones.
So, it’s a cause for great celebration when I actually get the harmony and can sing out loud. Yay me!
We also introduced a new song, a popular and well-known Christmas carol which only has one part for the soprano ones and twos – the melody. So, when we were told to sight read for the first go through I was virtually note perfect. It turns out sight reading is very easy when you already know the tune … who knew!
What a great feeling! Even when the triumphs are pitifully minor, I’ll take them when I can get them.