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Yesterday we had an installation service for the new pastor of the campus chapel.  With all those guest pastors present, and with each pastor wanting to top the others with "brief comments" and "sermonettes," installing a pastor can take a long time, although it ends up taking about 54 hours less time than installing any piece of hardware on a computer running Windows Vista.  (We didn't have to call a help line even once during the service.)

Anyway, my choir achieved one of my life goals by singing Bruckner's Inveni David, for men's choir accompanied by trombone choir.  The first tenor part includes several high B-flats, some of them soft, so to sing that part I brought in my old friend Karl Schmidt, the guy with the ethnically pure name (something that all the people on earth named Frederic Gero Himebaugh are bound to envy).  Karl is the tenor you hear in the quartet that recorded my Superstitious Ghost.

I had a great time with the Bruckner, and other people seemed to enjoy it.  As usual, the large ensemble made for administrative complications, and I was in a foul mood all week as the worries gnawed at me.  I was well to worry, but we made some last-minute adjustments to cover for a missing member, and pulled it off fine.  Still.  I hate the administrative work.  Bottom line:  performing is always almost not worth it.

Labels: Choral