The German choir recital was worth a listen. I fell asleep mid-way, because the music was so soft and soothing to the ears. It was mostly by European composers from the 1800’s. The choir was made up of 40 tenors and sopranos all in the age group of 16 to 21, I think. Such sweet sounds and tender voices.
Besides the divine music, what caught my (bitchy) buddy Alan’s eyes, was their heifer-cow sized fleshy calves. He tried making eye contact with a pixie-haired brunette (also with heifer-cow sized calves), but in vain.
The Indian choir in comparison (or even sans) was droning on pathetically. Would attribute it to lackluster arrangements by the conductor as well possibly, bad conducting. Hopefully they sound better on other days.
Ultimately the choir is the conductor. A brilliant conductor with mediocre singers can sound far superior to a poor conductor with mediocre singing.
I felt a little sad for the Indian choir, because obviously all the kids had good voices on an individual level. Ironically, the conductor’s little girl is deaf and can’t speak either.
At the end of the performance, the two choirs sang in unison, and some of them walked around in concentric circles amongst the audience. This was not a very smart thing to do, as some of them bumped into each other and also, were concentrating more on not bumping into the other than singing. With better choreography and practice, this might have been a good experiment.
Anyways, it was worth it for a few moments of divine music and absolute peace.
heifer cow-sized calves…
standing babas perhaps?