One down and one to go.

The choir concert went swimmingly, for what it was.  I was told that the audience could tell that the energy wasn’t the same as it was under our old director, though, which irks me.  This from my mother, who (like most non-music-diehards, I suppose) can’t generally note a conductor’s influence on a piece.  They mostly sound the same to her- this was that obvious, which is a bummer.

But I mean, it’s over, and it went well. All’s well.

Beethoven and Verdi on Friday. Spaz spaz spaz…