March 18, 2024

Cold returns. 

Dinner party with C and his fiancee, which means two showers in two days, a custom broken at the beginning of COVID.

GMC concert at All Souls yesterday afternoon. It was fun to do, but listening to the YouTube recording later was disappointing. We were not good. We were not even good enough for the local amateur group that you come to hear because you know the performers. Sloppy entrances (which I heard behind me during the event), terrible intonation. No sense of ensemble, balance thrown off by a host of loud baritones, Sometimes they’re all that can be heard. Ragged and chaotic. “Pilgrims’ Chorus” alone was near where we need to be. The issues our director returns to again and again– diction, vowels, tone production– are not actually problems. One might argue she cured the problems they used to be. Even so, it’s time to move on. We can’t go to Minneapolis sounding like that. 

Stetson Adam was born this morning.