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my new shirt fits. it's in the wash now, and will get a good ironing. my shoes are polished. i have black socks.

tonight is the first performance of Singing the Divine. ( standard concert announcement info )

i'm feeling pretty excited, and tense about every damn snowflake i see outside.

last night was our tech rehearsal. (wherein the chorus did well, the guest musicians did well, and the venue administration gets an F-.) we sound amazing. having the harp for the first time was distracting in a completely wonderful way (our accompanist had pipe organ samples to play on his keyboard, so i had a reasonable idea of how that might work.) for the first time i want a recording. i absolutely hate hearing myself sing, even buried in a well-blended section, but i wish i could hear what the audience hears.
the toughest thing for me when the music really really works is that i start to tear up. the physiology of crying is not particularly compatible with sound production or reading music. i *think* the Chichester Psalms is still demanding enough that i won't have the brain cells left to realize what i'm hearing. the harp and the top register on the pipe organ though...damn.
anyway, worth the ticket price, beyond any obligation or disinterest anyone may have in seeing me or the rest of the gang.

please please please let the weather be good tonight.