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- A few weeks ago I lost my karaoke virginity. It was surprisingly difficult, though considering how little "songs I know AT ALL" overlapped with "songs on offer" it went quite well. I found it quite hard to hear, and "Take A Chance on Me" by ABBA was a poor choice because it required me to switch registers between the boys' and girls' bits, and when I couldn't quite make it I went into the wrong key, which was embarrassing.
- This morning I have the Fry and Laurie Hey Jude running through my head.
- Last Sunday, during the group tromp up to the altar for communion, someone managed to kick out the plug to the miniconsole for the organ, which makes the whole thing stick on the current chord until the choirmistress can run up to the loft to do something to the main console. So Herbert Howells' MICHAEL had rather a hiatus. Fortunately, there's a piano in the nave and New Bass, though now a grad student in sociology, formerly was a voice performance major in a program that enforced the mastery of basic keyboard skills. So as soon as the choirmistress shut off the organ, New Bass started in on the piano and we picked up with verse 3.
- I was telling a friend the other day about the dream I had a few months before Eprime's wedding, in which Eprime wanted me to play a piano piece during the ceremony, and I thought "Right, I don't know how to play the piano beyond plunking out a melody line written in treble clef, but maybe I can practice reallyreally hard and master this one piece." Then I listened to a recording of this piece and realized that NO, that would not work, and I must have hallucinated the request. Then (still in the dream) I saw Eprime and said "hey, I had the craziest dream that you wanted me to play the piano for your wedding!" "But I do!" said Eprime. "Ummmm," said I. And then there was a lot of stuff about pearl hair ornaments, and then I woke up.
- This morning I have the Fry and Laurie Hey Jude running through my head.
- Last Sunday, during the group tromp up to the altar for communion, someone managed to kick out the plug to the miniconsole for the organ, which makes the whole thing stick on the current chord until the choirmistress can run up to the loft to do something to the main console. So Herbert Howells' MICHAEL had rather a hiatus. Fortunately, there's a piano in the nave and New Bass, though now a grad student in sociology, formerly was a voice performance major in a program that enforced the mastery of basic keyboard skills. So as soon as the choirmistress shut off the organ, New Bass started in on the piano and we picked up with verse 3.
- I was telling a friend the other day about the dream I had a few months before Eprime's wedding, in which Eprime wanted me to play a piano piece during the ceremony, and I thought "Right, I don't know how to play the piano beyond plunking out a melody line written in treble clef, but maybe I can practice reallyreally hard and master this one piece." Then I listened to a recording of this piece and realized that NO, that would not work, and I must have hallucinated the request. Then (still in the dream) I saw Eprime and said "hey, I had the craziest dream that you wanted me to play the piano for your wedding!" "But I do!" said Eprime. "Ummmm," said I. And then there was a lot of stuff about pearl hair ornaments, and then I woke up.
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