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i had a thought, just a minute ago
As thoughts so often do, it has gone completely away.
So instead I'll talk about the talent show thingie. Wasn't bad. The "Being Alive" number went v. well, and people complimented me (!) for it almost as much as they complemented The Boy Who, which surprised me -- hi, accompanist, almost not even really there. Then in the other act I was in, the quartet with three of the fellows -- they'd chosen to bill ourselves as the "Glee Club", and we were doing three Victorian parlor songs of different levels of preposterously maudlin: (1) something about the US Civil War, "Weeping Softly" or some such, which begins "Dearest love, do you remember/when we last did meet/when you told me that you loved me/kneeling at my feet" and goes on through four verses about dying on the battlefield, and ends with "Nobly strike for God and liberty/let all nations see/how we love our starry banner/emblem of the free" -- so, good comic value, there; (2) "Sweet and Low", words by Tennyson!, which isn't too bad, and the setting was actually relatively pleasant; and (3) a charming little number called "Father's a Drunkard and Mother is Dead", which got the biggest laughs of the night, which was exactly what we were after. I was singing alto in the quartet, but the 'soprano' and I each took two verses of "Weeping" and one verse of "Drunkard", and it wasn't hard to tell the difference between us, if you see what I mean. Anyway I got some v. nice compliments afterward from people who I suppose didn't know I sang, so that was all right, too. (And of course we were properly thankful toward our accompanist, which is one of those things about life -- when you are the accompanist, you go, No no no, I'm just, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain; but when you have an accompanist, you go, CAN I GET A HUZZAH FOR THE PIANO PLAYER EVERYBODY!) Also, based on some of the text notes in the book from which they copied "Father's a Drunkard", we agreed to change our name from the Glee Club to Connoisseurs of the Lachrymose.
Interestingly, when I got home after closing the bar, my overhead light burned out when I switched it on. So I need a new light bulb -- but somehow I feel holding it in place won't work. :-)
And then I identified an Issue with my research, which may be good or may be very, very bad. We'll see. (And we'll see soon!)
So instead I'll talk about the talent show thingie. Wasn't bad. The "Being Alive" number went v. well, and people complimented me (!) for it almost as much as they complemented The Boy Who, which surprised me -- hi, accompanist, almost not even really there. Then in the other act I was in, the quartet with three of the fellows -- they'd chosen to bill ourselves as the "Glee Club", and we were doing three Victorian parlor songs of different levels of preposterously maudlin: (1) something about the US Civil War, "Weeping Softly" or some such, which begins "Dearest love, do you remember/when we last did meet/when you told me that you loved me/kneeling at my feet" and goes on through four verses about dying on the battlefield, and ends with "Nobly strike for God and liberty/let all nations see/how we love our starry banner/emblem of the free" -- so, good comic value, there; (2) "Sweet and Low", words by Tennyson!, which isn't too bad, and the setting was actually relatively pleasant; and (3) a charming little number called "Father's a Drunkard and Mother is Dead", which got the biggest laughs of the night, which was exactly what we were after. I was singing alto in the quartet, but the 'soprano' and I each took two verses of "Weeping" and one verse of "Drunkard", and it wasn't hard to tell the difference between us, if you see what I mean. Anyway I got some v. nice compliments afterward from people who I suppose didn't know I sang, so that was all right, too. (And of course we were properly thankful toward our accompanist, which is one of those things about life -- when you are the accompanist, you go, No no no, I'm just, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain; but when you have an accompanist, you go, CAN I GET A HUZZAH FOR THE PIANO PLAYER EVERYBODY!) Also, based on some of the text notes in the book from which they copied "Father's a Drunkard", we agreed to change our name from the Glee Club to Connoisseurs of the Lachrymose.
Interestingly, when I got home after closing the bar, my overhead light burned out when I switched it on. So I need a new light bulb -- but somehow I feel holding it in place won't work. :-)
And then I identified an Issue with my research, which may be good or may be very, very bad. We'll see. (And we'll see soon!)