It is too early for Christmas carols. Yes, it is. Too early for the local radio station to be all carols all the time. Let us eat the turkeys first, please. But… my plurk friend posted this today. It is never to early to stand and sing Hallelujah, no matter WHAT your belief or lack thereof.
That, my children, is what proves the mettle of a true soprano – the ability to stand up there FIRST, ALONE, and hit those glorious notes. I’m watching for the 4th time in a row and she STILL gives me chills. Just watch the smiles spread on the crowd. You have to love the bass carrying the wet floor sign. *grin* Look at the rapt expressions. Look at the joy spread by people singing together. All those shopping bags, the junk food, the possessions – watch the music transcend that all. I wonder how many of those people singing sitting down are former choristers who have NEVER forgotten their part or their cues. I know *I* remember mine (alto). (Check out the gentleman in the unzipped gray sweatshirt sitting down – I’m guessing tenor.)