It’s December 21, four days until Christmas. The performances are winding down, grades are done, and we are all hungry for a moment of rest during a much-deserved winter break. Through the haze of fatigue, some among us might be wondering why one would stay in this nutty profession (and I admit to wondering if anyone is even reading at this point).
The reasons for loving the life of a choral conductor are many, though perhaps difficult at times to articulate. Travis Rogers, in his article “Those Unexpected Surprises” (California Cantat, Winter 2010), lists several of the magical, intangible moments that make it all worthwhile. Here’s one:
“Having to stop a rehearsal of a song because over half of the choir, in just a minute’s time, had started crying in response to beautiful text and tune of a piece and the moment when it all came together in their minds and hearts. The moment happened on a hot Sunday afternoon on the stage of a recital hall that had no air conditioning, when, to be honest, before “it” happened, I probably would have picked having a nice drink by a cool, refreshing pool as an alternative for spending my time that particular day. Instead, the singers and I have a lifetime memory of a song that lifted our hearts and bound us together in a way none of us will ever forget.”
Merry Christmas, everyone.
Ronald Richard Duquette says