I had choir practice this morning, and let’s just say that we tend to have fun. So much fun, in fact, that one member had to give up puns for Lent. And we periodically do nearly as much, if not more, talking than singing in practice.
After rehearsing a song for Maundy Thursday, one of the members asked if the altos (they’re always so much trouble!) could get help with a few notes. She was having a hard time in one place where they go from an F sharp to a B.
The choir director, played the F sharp B B B. And then continued for a few more beats. Does this sound familiar? he asked.
Ummm, yeah. It’s Here Comes The Bride.
The woman who was having trouble and giggled. Yeah, I’ve heard that one a couple times.
The choir director rejoined, Well, you might want to work on that so you don’t have to hear it again.
She blushed. I’ve taken care of both of them, one way or the other.
We all laughed at that one. And that kind of tells you how irreverent this choir is.
Yeah. Because you could say that she has taken care of her husbands. She divorced one husband when she was young, and her longtime husband died about four years ago.
On the plus side, none of the altos had trouble hitting that series of notes after this exchange.