National League Championship Series Game Four: Cubs 8 Marlins 3
we won Game Three by one run in the eleventh, just like how the Marlins took Game One. waiting with almost-bated breath -it's hard to hold your breath while singing- in the middle-of-nowhere-woods, Michigan, for an update on the sole working cellphone in the entire Motet. and when the cellphone rings to announce the Cubbies win, an unholy scream goes up around the bonfire in the middle of the night, people dancing in the dark, jumping and screaming. Game Five this afternoon. in an hour. the Cubbies win this one, and we're going to the WORLD SERIES for the first time since 1945. who knows, we could win this one: for the first time since 1907 we could have a World Series title. i hug myself in anticipation, and mentally weigh the benefits of eternal salvation -IE going to Mass at five pm- against the monstrous demerits of missing a historical moment in time: the Cubs winning Game Five and making it to the World Series. AHHH.
Motet retreat in Michigan was a blast. rode down with our president, Anne, and lisa, another sop, and kenneth, who is a really nice and cool bass who happens to have lived in singapore for two years [Holland Road, five min away from RJ. how weird is that?] and comes from Norway. his life story is possibly one of the most interesting i have ever heard. and then getting there, and meeting everyone, and learning everyone's name...and hanging out with aaron by the lake on the dock in the odd fall sunshine, enjoying the breeze and the heat of the sun on my back and the sound of the water lapping at the bottom of the floating dock.
and the singing, always the singing. the wonderful thing about being a soprano is getting to sit in front of the basses, and this year we have an amazing bass section. they move me to tears, because they have the loveliest resonance down in the bottom register and they are so solid and secure. we can really tune to them now. and even the TENORS are good and blend with each other and stay in tune. that, to me, is the most amazing thing. and the colour changes we get, the responsiveness to Randi's conducting, the wonderful feeling of taking a breath together, feeling each other breathe and responding to that -- and it can only get better from here on out. feeling the snap of overtones matching to produce that perfectly tuned chord, with the basses rumbling beneath the headtones of the sopranos; the perfect balance that runs down my spine and vibrates in my entire body, til i can't tell where the sound is coming from, i can't find individual voices, i can't feel myself - just the music, an autonomous whole, more than the sum of all its parts.
it's hard to believe that i went two whole years without doing this.