Swan Song

Last night was the last night of choir practice, which we held at a house, not the choir room or the heat loft. I learned that the other two members who were leaving (Choircrawler and Biochemical Queen) were moving to SoCal – I hadn’t realized the twain were so serious. Choircrawler defends next week, and Biochemical Queen already got into grad school on the right coast. It was a good party/rehearsal, but I don’t think the Merlot helped my sense of timing. I proved my true academic geekiness by taking one piece and reading the notes on manuscript sources and trustworthiness (Source D’s flats and sharps were suspect; A and B were reliable; C and E apparently weren’t very good). I have developed a greater appreciation of the bass line, especially in the performance of Russian music.