Haste To Bring Him Lard
It's not good, if you sing in the chancel choir of a Roman Catholic church, to wake up on the Tuesday before the Triduum starts with a sore throat and chills.
Not good, not good at all.
The last rehearsal before the Holy Sacred Four Days of Singing Really Difficult and Often Lugubrious Stuff starts is tonight. I think I'll go, but not sing -- that way, I'll be there to write down all the last minute changes (Sopranos, you sing verse 4! Altos -- this line is yours!). Also, I'll get some points for being Obviously Dedicated to Singing Lugubrious Stuff.
This is crucial, cause I disgraced myself at choir the other day. We were getting ready to practice "All Glory, Laud, and Honor," (watch out! The link's going to sing at you!) and the alto who sits next to me remarked that when she was a child, the Christmas hymn that includes the phrase "haste, haste to bring Him laud" (watch out again! This one's going to sing, too!) always confused her, cause she couldn't understand why the Baby Jesus was getting gifts of lard.
I laughed so hard I fell out of my chair, and, since the director was at that time trying to get the sopranos to manage some difficult thing or other, this did NOT endear me to him.
But now it's awful. Every time we start singing about glory laud and honor I start laughing. Too delicious. On too many levels.
Oh! Knitting!
Yes, fellow knitting bloggers, I'm still knitting. Pictures of the "Swirl Pullover" will be coming soon. Soon, I tell you.
But right now I'm going to go find some medicine, so that I can manage to haste and bring Him lard later.
Not good, not good at all.
The last rehearsal before the Holy Sacred Four Days of Singing Really Difficult and Often Lugubrious Stuff starts is tonight. I think I'll go, but not sing -- that way, I'll be there to write down all the last minute changes (Sopranos, you sing verse 4! Altos -- this line is yours!). Also, I'll get some points for being Obviously Dedicated to Singing Lugubrious Stuff.
This is crucial, cause I disgraced myself at choir the other day. We were getting ready to practice "All Glory, Laud, and Honor," (watch out! The link's going to sing at you!) and the alto who sits next to me remarked that when she was a child, the Christmas hymn that includes the phrase "haste, haste to bring Him laud" (watch out again! This one's going to sing, too!) always confused her, cause she couldn't understand why the Baby Jesus was getting gifts of lard.
I laughed so hard I fell out of my chair, and, since the director was at that time trying to get the sopranos to manage some difficult thing or other, this did NOT endear me to him.
But now it's awful. Every time we start singing about glory laud and honor I start laughing. Too delicious. On too many levels.
Oh! Knitting!
Yes, fellow knitting bloggers, I'm still knitting. Pictures of the "Swirl Pullover" will be coming soon. Soon, I tell you.
But right now I'm going to go find some medicine, so that I can manage to haste and bring Him lard later.
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