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How does one get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, Practice, Practice! The Masterwork Chorus will be joining forces once again with The Worcester Chorus, under the direction of Maestro Chris Shepard, to perform the dramatic Verdi Requiem on Sunday, October 2, at 2:00 pm. After… Continue Reading “Return to Carnegie Hall”
This room, this space, this temporary place, Awaiting and prepared for curtain call, Two hundred voices sing, in hallowed space, A timeless opus, swept up and enthralled. “Libera me”, staves fly fast before my eyes, Rising and descending hopes and fears, Pleading desperation, truth… Continue Reading “In Aeternam”
She bathes and sets her hair, and hums Faure Her nails fresh polished, trimmed and prepped, “Dona Nobis”, counting in her head, “Keep it light and airy”, Maestro said, Her music rearranged in concert form, Her stockings laid out neatly, ‘side the dress Her… Continue Reading “Anticipation”
Today, after a season of rehearsals and an especially tricky rehearsal schedule (thanks to Mother Nature and several Nor’easters that descended upon our area) we in the Masterwork Chorus, under the direction of Chris Shepard, are primed to wish Leonard Bernstein a Happy 100th… Continue Reading “Happy Birthday, Lenny!”
I woke up this morning and the first thought that crossed my mind was “It’s over”! The many weeks spent in preparation, rehearsal and anticipation, mixed with a healthy pinch of performance anxiety, had come to a satisfying conclusion. Yesterday’s Choral Art Society concert… Continue Reading “The Morning After”
As if entranced, I paused to gazed upon these well-worn ivory keys and ebony, Though under glass, this once-blank slate lives on, For all to see, artistic legacy. I see each famed “John Hancock” on these keys Perhaps the greatest tribute to the man, Star-studded,… Continue Reading “Traditions: Celebrate Heritage”
Amid the noise, distractions of these days, I oft begin to sense the churn, my head aching, tightening, gripping me in waves of undulating urgency and dread. The pundits and prognosticators plead, Conspiracies abound with buzz and malice, And failing to rebuke the blaring… Continue Reading “Moon-Star”
We stand alert and waiting, muscles tight, Our eyes burn, focused on the stand like rays of sunlight, magnified and bright As Maestro takes the stage, baton in hand. A thousand hours since I first began rehearsing brilliant music, t’was my choice, A single… Continue Reading “Curtain Call”