July 14, 2018

Bastille Day! Sang at Trinity for Bruce Congden’s funeral. He was apparently watching TV, and responded to the question of where he would like to travel with, “I want to stay right here with you.” A minute later he was dead, in his easy chair in front of the TV. Trinity is a very undistinguished building, almost aggressive in blandness. We sang Mozart’s “Ave Verum Corpus.” The direction was disappointing. A director who can’t direct without hissing “Shhh” at the opening of every measure probably belongs in another business.  Also– try finding the downbeat. . . .

Started a revision of Night, Sleep, which is going, as everything else had gone, like gangbusters.