and they were not so rallied
March 26, 2009
The saga continues…
So besides speaking at the rally, I got word at our Wednesday morning research meeting that the choir that was supposed to sing had dropped out. Gloria said that someone had volunteered to contact my choir (Selah) to see if they could do the opening music. I said I’d email around and see, but I didn’t feel too confident as we have trouble finding Sunday mornings in advance that we can all get together, let alone the Monday night coming up in five days none of which was a practice day. To everyone’s delight, Gary responded to my email that very night and agreed to lead some hymns. Over the next two days I got six people to agree, and a few nos (including our director.) So I gave the go ahead, with the proviso that we would need an accompanist as I had not heard from ours yet. Gloria said no problem they had someone lined up to play who could do our pieces, I just needed to get the music to her.
So I made plans to bring the music to her house. And when I got there things were not ok. She said that she could not play the music and she seemed a little annoyed to be asked. “I knew I should have said no.” So at that point I have a commitment to the gig, my members coming and no one to play for us. And Gloria still thinks that music is something that just happens. “Can you sing accapella, or don’t you all know some songs she knows?” Well, I guess we have some hymns. So I called the grumpy lady back and we land on Let There be Peace on Earth, This is the Day, and Here, I am Lord. I’ll print the sheet music to If I Had a Hammer and she’d pick up a Methodist hymnal after the 11:00 service.
At pickup rehearsal on Sunday, we found out that our pianist could come, and most all of the members that I had not heard from agreed to come. Now we are getting somewhere. I had a busy day on Sunday and after doing a skit singing with Selah twice, teaching Sunday School and trying to look for a friend I invited (who didn’t show) I just was hanging out in the sanctuary chatting, and waiting for her to coming. Well my friend left and I decided to change locations. Then I saw her sitting up front, apparently since before the end of the service ten minutes ago. She crabbed at me some more and told me how the arrangement of the song I had printed was not right. Good night, lady!
Which brings us to the night. It turned into a comedy of errors. There were no escape steps from the choir loft that didn’t go right up front, parking was a bear, one of the songs I decide we should sing I forgot had this wordy fast bit and not everyone had their music, at three minutes till we were going to start the accompanist had not shown up, the projector was shining into the face of the top row, the keyboard that was set up was not full size, the piano was not mic-ed. We were accosted by cranky pants again, because she apparently had not whined to me enough, asking for our player to stay and to do the closing, I reminded her that I already told her that Lori had to go back to class. Then we were ready to go. We could not hear the piano at all from the loft. So we had to run down so that we could stand by it, and it is wildly out off tune anyway and you can still barely hear that she’s playing. They through up some mics which I don’t think were even meant to pick up group singing. By the time we started we only had time for 2 songs instead of the three we had planned for. No one introduced us we just go. And it takes a few minutes for the people up front to pick up that something was happening and people in the back never got it and continued with their conversations.
After the singing nine of the people left, and three of us stayed. Thus ruining the grand plan my SPUMC TEAM fellow leaders had of recruiting people from the choir to start coming to our event. Well that and the fact that one of the members said it was “the worst singing experience I have ever had.”
Gloria asked us to sing again at the Action in April. Think I can convince them?