Ljubljana Concert

Tonight’s concert was awesome (and I don’t often use that word, due to a Terry Pratchett quote — ask me about it sometime). It was wonderful, stupendous, fantastic. We had a really good audience, the place was packed, and we got a (minor) standing ovation and flowers for Allan before we even got to the encore. I’m still psyched about it! Eeee! (In other words, Darcy is having another headless chicken moment.)

On the ride back, some of us were… shall I say “disinclined” or “unable”? to keep from singing. There was an incomplete rendition of Igraj Kolce and another of Ain’t No Grave, before (brought up by conversation) Susan sang, “Heaven,” and Selena, Diane, and I ended up singing pretty much all of Cheek to Cheek. And we’re not even singing that on this tour!

As I sit here writing, waiting on dinner, the ladies I’m sitting with have decided that we should practice Jubilate Deo on the bus tomorrow. It’ll be a great experience! Since we’re all mixed up randomly on the bus, and we should practice it a bit more anyway. Even if it were perfectly memorized, it could still be worked on some more. Jubilate is just that kind of piece.

(Deborah just asked me, “Do you want people to contribute to your blog?” Doris: “Do you want people to contribute to your Blagri?” Needless to say, we’re all in excellent spirits.)

Which reminds me: working with Damijan Močnik was also awesome. He corrected our pronunciation and emphasis and told us we were being too dramatic, but. Wait, why am I saying “but”? He corrected us all over the place and that, too, was a really cool experience. I like the song better now, aside from the pleasure of fine-tuning it to fit the composer’s vision.

(Susan: “I like ‘taters.” Which sent Jackie into a fit of the giggles and made Joan sing something about “my little potato.”)

On the city tour, I thought that the word of the day seemed to be ‘baroque-ize’. That is, to convert a piece of architecture from an earlier style to baroque. The work we did on Blagri (—an interruption: Joan says I’m Blagriling—) kind of felt to me like a de-baroque-ization, and a conversion to a more waltz-like feel.

Okay, moving on.

I have been informed that we need to talk about Allan next, so let’s do that. He was extremely animated this concert. “He went from almost weeping to maniacal,” says Doris. Joan adds, “to effervescent.” He certainly was not afraid to get down and boogie, and I am so glad that I memorize easily, because it means I get to watch him more. Deborah: “He’s the man. The man of the hour.” And I agree.

I could quote more, but I think Allan might not forgive me. In summary, he’s a lot of fun, his dedication to the chorus is impressive, and we love him to pieces.

Our thanks go out to the WVC Gentlemen’s Auxiliary (Diane: “Blessed are the Gentlemen’s Auxiliary.” Susan: “For they shall be fed.” Deborah: “For they shall have front-row seats for ever and ever.” Amen) and to Allan’s parents, who have been the parents of this trip (even if they’re not as old as some of the members). They are wicked awesome.

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