Last night I was at choir rehearsal and we were working on a particularly difficult piece of music.
For Melissa, Lori, Elisa and Loralee it was the Mathias “Let the People Praise Thee, O God”, the piece that he wrote for Prince Charles and Lady Diana’s wedding.
For everybody else it sounds like this.
I’m a first alto and the the alto line looks like this
and this
If you are a vocalist you are cringing. If you are an instrumentalist you are wondering what my deal is. If you can’t read music you stopped reading this post five minutes ago.
Before we moved on to the next piece the director asked if we had any questions.
I turned to the lady on my right. I said “Yeah, can we sing something else?”
No response.
I turned to the girl on my left and I said “Yeah, I have a question. What the hell Mathias?”
I explained to him what a liberty spikes were and what a mohawk was.
“You know your Dad used to have a mohawk. A purple one.”
“No he didn’t. He had a purple head?”
“No, honey, just his hair was purple. His head was regular color. He used to have a nose ring too.” I said. ” A Bull Ring, like this” and I demonstrated what a bull ring looks like.
And my five year old son said “That is so old fashioned.”
You don’t have to be attending BlogHer, you don’t have to be a woman, heck, I don’t even really care if you like sports but I do care that sports and especially women’s sports are undervalued in the media and have never even been discussed at a BlogHer conference.
Did I ever tell you that one time a psychic told me that I would marry a man whose name began with the letter “G”?
That was about 18 months before I met Gabe.
Creepy, right?
Then again, she also told me that I would live in the Pacific Northwest and work in textiles, so one out of three ain’t bad.
Okay, one out of three is pretty crappy, but still G was a good call. There aren’t that many boy names that start with a G: George, Geoff, Gabriel, Grant, Gordon. I’m sure there are many more but it isn’t like she said I would marry someone whose name began with an J or an M.
I suppose I could still end up in Seattle or Portland. I’m only 37. I have a lot of time left to move around.
