So, I may or may not have sat in on the open rehearsal for the Twin Cities Gay Men’s Chorus last night.
Yes, I’m *that* gay. (Insert big gay sigh here)
It was actually nice to sing in a choir again, and to sight sing a bunch of new music. Boy, I could sure tell that I hadn’t done it in awhile though! My ability to read intervals was very rusty, as were my pipes. My voice was dragging ass after an hour.
But everyone was really nice to me, and I ran into 3 or 4 guys that I’ve met before (a couple from Minnesota Brass even!). And I quite like the director– he could be the identical twin of Mitchell on “Modern Family”.
I’ve actually been thinking of exploring the Gay Men’s Chorus as a musical outlet for a couple years now. It would get me back into singing, and also introduce me to a lot of gay men who share similar musical interests. It would be really nice to expand my teensy circle of friends.
Plus, I really think I need to sing the Harvey Milk piece.
The centerpiece for this coming concert is a modern oratorio entitled “I Am Harvey Milk”. We sight read parts of it last night and… Whoa. The composer really wrote some beautiful, powerful music. Stuff I like. Stuff I like to think I would write if I could write music like that.
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m really not any sort of gay activist. At all. I’m more of a quiet, try to blend in with social norms type of gay. I don’t do parades or demonstrations, and I didn’t put much effort into marriage equality other than my vote.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t know who Harvey Milk was and what he did for gays. And how important it was in the overall scheme of things.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I got close to choking up a couple times while singing last night. There are just some gorgeous musical moments, and when married with the lyrics and sentiment…
So– I have an audition lined up for Thursday evening. I’m a bit nervous about it. The audit at work will be done and it will be at the end of a very busy week. And I have never sung this particular audition song before, especially not with piano accompaniment. Which should be interesting to say the least.
I want to do well, and I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of the director. And I really don’t want to hear, “Ummmmmm, yeaaaaaaah. We’ll be in touch, m’kay?”
Let’s also hope I can avoid catching whatever Typhoid Mary is hacking all over my office!