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curse you, paul mccartney!
Last Tuesday, I woke up feeling crummy, like I had the beginning of a head cold, which I stayed home from work to nip in the bud. It seemed to work; the rest of the week I felt fine.
This morning, I woke up feeling terrible. I am here at work, because I did manage to haul myself out of bed, finally (extra help: we're in the couple of weeks where the morning sun hits my pillow at the moment past which if I stay in bed I'll be late); but what is it about Tuesday?
The only answer can be that I have rehearsal on Monday evening. I have to admit that Ecce* Cor Meum is growing on me, and not like fungus, either; as predicted, we got most of our sniggering out of the way in the first week, and there's only a bit of eye-rolling here and there. By now we're more or less going with it, as when Chorus Master T tells us "dig down deep and find your inner cheesiness", with helpful additional commentary like "[McCartney] was always good with a rhythm and a melody, but his strength was not in form or logic." Which is, you know, true. Weird harmonic things everywhere in this piece. Very strange extra-melodic ("extra" in its "outside" meaning, here) musical shapes. Really working the sight-reading, it is, week after week (which of course it shouldn't, because you can only see the thing for the first time once, but tell that to most of the choir [grim smile]). And there's nothing like a sudden and more or less unmotivated key change (down a key, by the way) on a page turn, Macca. Cheers very much for that.
So I think, in short, that Sir Paul is making me sick. Just on Monday nights. Every night before I go to bed I take a sudafed (just one, that is, half a dose) and a claritin, because I've found that the daily antihistamine works better if I take it at night (or, in other words, maybe my dust allergies are bothering me more than my pollen allergies just now -- but the pollen stays with me and joins the dust on my pillowcase, which, it's probably also time to replace my pillows); I may need to bump up the decongestant to a full dose, or look at other solutions, because I am sleeping, but not at all restfully, which is why I'm having so much trouble waking. Sigh.
*Protracted conversation last week about how to pronounce "Ecce". In our choir, everybody's instinct is to Italianize the double-c -- "eché". Apparently the English choir joining us for it is likely to pronounce it [choose one] classically/correctly, with a hard double-c -- "eké". NPR has been promoting it with this pronunciation as well. People seem to agree that McCartney got what Latin he has in school rather than in church, and the schoolboy Latin would be the classical/correct variety. All of which is fine and well, but the feeling in our choir is that the Italianized way sounds nicer. :-) Nobody listened to me when I suggested that, in deference to the fact that our music director is also the director of the Bach Consort and in general a Bach nut, and that he did his Fulbright in Germany, we Germanize it and pronounce the word "etsé".
Well, I thought it was a helpful suggestion. [g]
This morning, I woke up feeling terrible. I am here at work, because I did manage to haul myself out of bed, finally (extra help: we're in the couple of weeks where the morning sun hits my pillow at the moment past which if I stay in bed I'll be late); but what is it about Tuesday?
The only answer can be that I have rehearsal on Monday evening. I have to admit that Ecce* Cor Meum is growing on me, and not like fungus, either; as predicted, we got most of our sniggering out of the way in the first week, and there's only a bit of eye-rolling here and there. By now we're more or less going with it, as when Chorus Master T tells us "dig down deep and find your inner cheesiness", with helpful additional commentary like "[McCartney] was always good with a rhythm and a melody, but his strength was not in form or logic." Which is, you know, true. Weird harmonic things everywhere in this piece. Very strange extra-melodic ("extra" in its "outside" meaning, here) musical shapes. Really working the sight-reading, it is, week after week (which of course it shouldn't, because you can only see the thing for the first time once, but tell that to most of the choir [grim smile]). And there's nothing like a sudden and more or less unmotivated key change (down a key, by the way) on a page turn, Macca. Cheers very much for that.
So I think, in short, that Sir Paul is making me sick. Just on Monday nights. Every night before I go to bed I take a sudafed (just one, that is, half a dose) and a claritin, because I've found that the daily antihistamine works better if I take it at night (or, in other words, maybe my dust allergies are bothering me more than my pollen allergies just now -- but the pollen stays with me and joins the dust on my pillowcase, which, it's probably also time to replace my pillows); I may need to bump up the decongestant to a full dose, or look at other solutions, because I am sleeping, but not at all restfully, which is why I'm having so much trouble waking. Sigh.
*Protracted conversation last week about how to pronounce "Ecce". In our choir, everybody's instinct is to Italianize the double-c -- "eché". Apparently the English choir joining us for it is likely to pronounce it [choose one] classically/correctly, with a hard double-c -- "eké". NPR has been promoting it with this pronunciation as well. People seem to agree that McCartney got what Latin he has in school rather than in church, and the schoolboy Latin would be the classical/correct variety. All of which is fine and well, but the feeling in our choir is that the Italianized way sounds nicer. :-) Nobody listened to me when I suggested that, in deference to the fact that our music director is also the director of the Bach Consort and in general a Bach nut, and that he did his Fulbright in Germany, we Germanize it and pronounce the word "etsé".
Well, I thought it was a helpful suggestion. [g]
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