Susan, Sarah and I attended a choir concert in Wilmington last night presented by the Lenoir Rhyne University Choir, of which my brother-in-law, Scott, is a member. Scott has a great bass voice and had several solos. The concert was wonderful and prompted my mind to wander back...
Although I recognized a few of the pieces, most of them were unknown to me. I began to think about all the hymns that I sang for so many years. I know a lot of words to a lot of hymns. That's how I was raised---singing the hymns at church. My mother was the choir director. I developed a mediocre tenor voice and used to love to sing in a SATB setting. The whole experience last night gave me a warm feeling of remembrance about my younger days of innocence. While I felt a little uncomfortable in this rather high-church setting, the music moved upon me as it always does. Even when I was singing the guilt-ridden, judgmental songs of my bluegrass gospel days, it was the music and harmonies that really attracted me.
I guess music sometimes has a way of transcending bad theology...or bad ideology...or bad whatever. "I dig music.....I'm on drugs"--Russell Hammond, Almost Famous
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Looks like you've also forgotten to mention Uncle Mort in your post. Isn't he the one that thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint?
yeah--he's only four-foot-two
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