December 5, 2011


Have been retiring early, which leads to the most amazing run of dreams, some of them plausible enough to pass, for a while, as life.

Awful rehearsal last night. The baritones behaved as though they had never seen the music before; there are two more rehearsals till the concert. The basses are worse. We are too old and our voices are rough and wide and stiff. One of us has the temperament of a diva while possessing no talent, not even adequacy, and his efforts to avoid contamination by anyone who might have the right note is the stuff of sketch comedy. Afterwards ate mushrooms and commiserated with DJ over the ruin of all at Charlotte Street Pub. The wild boys there were wild for their football, which was refreshing. I think most of us are not loud enough over our enthusiasms. No such blame at the Pub.