We've now run through all of the pieces for the December 7th concert. Four rehearsals to go, counting the orchestra rehearsal. Some bits weren't perfect at speed, but a little woodshedding before next week will take care of that, so I can be sure I'm hitting all those quick notes right in the middle as they whizz by. I am amused that the recording I have of what we worked on last night, with a boy's choir, is much slower than we're singing it. I like the speed. It gives an extra lightness.
Quotes of the evening:
[describing the working class sensibility of a particular cantata's opening movement] "They're shepherds. They don't have anything, they're out in the fields all night. They're shepherds, and they suck."
[when we get to the part where we're the angels singing] "Heavenly choirs don't slouch."