Woken by a howling cat at 6.30am on Saturday I got up an hour early, dressed, had breakfast and departed for the cathedral city [of which I wrote
a few days ago] somewhere in England. I was in very good time for the 1.00pm start even though I took 45 minutes to find the hotel; the sat nav kept wanting me to turn up a No Entry street.
Today has been fine. The morning service went well (Palestrina and Eccard). Annoyingly, I came in
correctly in the Agnus Dei and my neighbour came in a beat later but I thought I was wrong and he was right.
Evensong was a doddle. Psalm 100, Brewer in D and Sumsion's "They that go down to the sea in ships". Rose Responses and two of the hymns which I'd had at my wedding in 1983 meant I knew all the music.
Saturday, however, was
grim, as I knew it would be. The composer had been engaged to play the organ [which he did all day Sunday, very well]. However, he was invited to conduct his own music whilst the usual conductor played the organ on Saturday. Now, he may well be a good organist but it was extremely obvious that he had not learnt the organ part for the canticles; there were tons of wrong notes and he just hadn't got the measure of the organ at all. In his eagerness to be 'nice' to the composer he effectively made the whole project twice as difficult. It was like cycling uphill with the brakes on.
Still, the whole choir went out for a meal in the evening which was very nice and I got to know some of them a little better. I may even go to sing with them again.
At least my voice was on form and the practice I had done paid off.
One happenstance to report.
Su Pollard was staying at the same hotel as us as she was working in the city; she wears some very curious clothes! Any detective will now know where I was!