it may have been the intense pre-concert activity last week, or going off coffee at long last… i seem to have spent most of the past two days in an unconscious haze, and any activity lasting longer than two hours sends me off again.
i had many thoughts about the concert – before, during, and after… but it seems like too much trouble now to consolidate those thoughts and write them down like a sensible, sober being. i do want to say, though, that it is rather impossible, physically, to sing and interpret all at the same time, particularly when you are supposed to be nursing swollen vocal cords. i lost my voice two-thirds of the way into the concert, right before brahms, and came away disappointed and somewhat frustrated because i had wanted to sing, not talk.
but that is that. i was perhaps, after all, the one single person who knew exactly what everyone was saying at any point in time. i suppose i would have absorbed the most from all the wonderful music talk being thrown back and forth, and for that, i must be grateful. and life goes on. we have exactly four practices to the next performance.
you must understand that this is the stuff that makes a shopaholic. marathon choir sessions and losing my voice and writing papers and translations and deadlines deadlines deadlines. and when all these meet the amazing etsy… i know i said something about moderation before, but really, i cannot quite remember now what the word means anymore.
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