This is kind of cool, and EnigmaDaughter is psyched.
During a telephone call last night she and I were asked to be part of a small "family" chorus to sing two songs during the
200th anniversary of my mom's home church. I was part of a group of seven who sang at the church's 175th anniversary celebration 25 years ago.
These baritone/second tenor pipes haven't been used a lot during the past decade, however. I was heavily involved in choruses and ensembles during high school and college, then followed that up with some dabbling in organized barbershop music. But not a lot in recent years, other than some warbling in the shower, harmonizing to the car stereo, or singing along with someone special. My daughter on the other hand until recent months was singing in organized choruses, first in middle school and then after she entered high school she sang with a regional youth choir that drew kids from several counties. A strong soprano for just 15 years old.
Two songs are on the agenda for the early afternoon performance that takes place a week from this coming Sunday.
The first song is a sacred piece with a title I can't recall. The second piece, however, is one I REALLY cannot wait to jump into --
"Operator," originally recorded by the well-known jazz quartet, The Manhattan Transfer. As I have written previously, I'm not religious, and have no connection to this church
other than some 200 years of familial history. BUT, I have ALWAYS loved good, solid, well written gospel music with smokin' tight harmonies. And this fits the bill!
Knowing the talent of the others I am told will be involved (several relatives have a lot of musical talent), we will definitely kick some ass (can you say that about church music?)! Already, one of my younger relations has dubbed our little group "C9." EnigmaMom asked what it means.
"Mom, its sort of a joke. Its code for "Cousins 9." She looked blank. "Get it? A double-quartet plus one?" At this point she rolled her eyes, then grinned.
Of course, if we were just four, we would be C-4. Explosive, baby....explosive! Heh.
We'll strive for explosive anyway! Though I'm not so sure about whether decorum in a church affiliated with Southern Baptists will permit the dance moves...LOL!