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My break up with Handel's Messiah lasted all of a week.
I found myself at St. Elizabeth Seton Parish, in Carlsbad, participating in the La Jolla Symphony's annual sing along. That Messiah is tough to give up. It's always there, beckoning with its siren songs.
The sing along was fun. My dad, sister, and I wanted to sit together but the only space left was at the back of the bass section so that's were we ended up.
My dad and I sang tenor while my sister sang alto. One of the basses in front of us didn't quite know what to make of it but by the end of the concert he claimed to like hearing the other parts.
There was a quartet of local singers:
Soprano: Joyce Yin Mezzo: Ava Liss Tenor: Enrique Toral Bass: David Marshman
The soloist sang well and added their own unique flourishes.
David Chase conducted and kept the chorus of about 500 singing -- more or less -- together.
I saw several parents singing with their children and passing a tradition on to their next generation. I also saw some little tykes passed out in their parent's laps as the concert wound to a close. I was reminded of my own childhood and concerts we went to at Christmas that seemed to make no sense at the time.
However, that's it. No more Messiah -- for reals this time.
My break up with Handel's Messiah lasted all of a week.
I found myself at St. Elizabeth Seton Parish, in Carlsbad, participating in the La Jolla Symphony's annual sing along. That Messiah is tough to give up. It's always there, beckoning with its siren songs.
The sing along was fun. My dad, sister, and I wanted to sit together but the only space left was at the back of the bass section so that's were we ended up.
My dad and I sang tenor while my sister sang alto. One of the basses in front of us didn't quite know what to make of it but by the end of the concert he claimed to like hearing the other parts.
There was a quartet of local singers:
Soprano: Joyce Yin Mezzo: Ava Liss Tenor: Enrique Toral Bass: David Marshman
The soloist sang well and added their own unique flourishes.
David Chase conducted and kept the chorus of about 500 singing -- more or less -- together.
I saw several parents singing with their children and passing a tradition on to their next generation. I also saw some little tykes passed out in their parent's laps as the concert wound to a close. I was reminded of my own childhood and concerts we went to at Christmas that seemed to make no sense at the time.
However, that's it. No more Messiah -- for reals this time.