This blog entry showed up on Facebook on Sunday, and I was blown away by a most loving description of one of the huge reasons I go to church.
I Go to Sing
Lindy Thompson says
but most of all,
it’s the collective in-breath before the first sound is made,
the collective drawing upon the grace of God,
the collective, if inadvertent, admission
that we are all human,
all in need of the sustaining air, freely dispensed,
all in need of each other to get the key right and not sound discordant –-
it’s the hidden life-celebration
in the act of making a joyful noise,
Read the whole thing. Then read it again.
It’s Friday evening. I have spent the day indoors save for a journey to the Central West End for a brunch with one of my most amazing students.
And this afternoon, after I got the office cleaned and did some laundry, and in between coachings of two senior students at the Kawai in my front hall, I set about composing.
With little effort and high spirits, I have set today two Sara Teasdale texts, “Tree of Life” and “The Coin.”
I shall sing both of these a week from tonight on the Webster University faculty composers concert.
I suppose it’s a good thing that I’m actually writing them this weekend . . . .
Tomorrow should find me with one more of these to go. All three are linked by a simple motive. And all three are with oboe!
This is my first stab at art song, at secular composition (although I’ve made plenty of arrangements), and at working with solo voice and solo instrument. I’m having fun!