On Sunday, Other Choir went to a town on the coast to perform Mozart’s Requiem. The first challenge for the singing librarians (not to be confused with the Singing Librarian) was to get to the church on time. Unfortunately, having got to the town without any real problems, we then took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in a village just along the coast. Thinking we were in the right place, we walked along the road until we realised we weren’t where we thought we were and asked a lady for assistance. After we found out where we actually were, we thought we had no choice but to keep walking (despite the fact that it would have taken us at least half an hour (not to mention up a steep hill) to get there and we only had 25 minutes left until the rehearsal started!). However, we saw a bus stop and decided to ask someone who was waiting for the bus if one was likely to be along soon. She said one was, and lo and behold, it appeared round the corner. Fortunately for us, said bus was going where we wanted to go to, so we got on, and, even more fortunately, the nice person on the bus said she’d point the way to our destination once we got to the town. To cut a long story short, we arrived in the nick of time. Not the most conducive start to the afternoon, but never mind!
We had a short rehearsal before the performance, which was OK, although I was sat right at the back of a lot of people, so I couldn’t really hear anyone apart from the lady next to me. Fortunately, she knows what she’s doing! It was actually quite liberating, being so far back, and so spaced out (physically, not mentally!), as we’re usually really crammed in to our rehearsal room. The church we sang in is really lovely. There were lots of frescos on the walls, and a lot of intricately carved wood all over the place. There’s also an art installation consisting of lots of models of ships hanging from the ceiling in there at the moment, which was intriguing, but also rather distracting!
We had a short break for some food (or a trip to the pub!) and then the concert began. We were now gathered round the piano (as much as you can gather 100-or-so people around a piano), and I ensconced myself next to my usual choir neighbour, somewhere at the back. I’m just about tall enough to get away with this, thankfully.
We sang the Requiem through without any real break, apart from a short pause after the Lacrimosa. I have to admit I hadn’t been looking forward to the performance, but I enjoyed it – although ‘enjoyed’ seems like a bit of an insipid word to use in this context. It was exhausting, but in a good way. I was so tired when I got home that I didn’t even have the energy to knit! And we have to do it all again on Saturday – as well as singing The Armed Man! Eek.