I’ve always wanted to use that word in a sentence. 
Those who know me as a choral director also know that I do not like to brag about my students’ musical achievement, prowess, what have you. In other words, I’m not too generous with the compliments.
Recently, I had a request from a former student to locate a recording of the choir from 2-3 years ago, so I found one. On a kick (because I *never* listen to my own ensembles’ recordings — I hate not being able to fix stuff), I put the disc into the Ranger’s CD player on the way home last night. I must say, I was not offended. The music was actually pretty good in places.
One particular song really impressed me stylistically, tonally — every way. So I thought that today I might let you have a listen, if you like. You don’t have to. Really. But you can if you want.
I’m particularly proud of these two juniors and two seniors from 2006 (one of them is RtB fiend Mathew, singing first tenor). I hope you enjoy this from O Brother, Where Art Thou?
[gplayer href=”http://finkweb.org/audio/mocs.mp3″]Platinum – Man of Constant Sorrow[/gplayer]
And because I can’t leave you without featuring Mr. Mathew on a sweet solo from when he was an 11th grader…
[gplayer href=”http://finkweb.org/audio/gns.mp3″]Platinum – Good Night, Sweetheart[/gplayer]
Have a great Finkday!
This is a “New Jersey Housewife” with a really fake face. Poor gal; all drawn-up and stretched, stuffed and pulled and Botoxed and hair-extensioned (I have yet to see a single woman on whom extensions don’t look stringy).
Write down this date.
I’m finding I cannot watch Mad Men at 10 p.m. on Sundays, then get to sleep by, oh, 11:30, then wake up and at ’em at 4:50, rarin’ to take on another week of school/rehearsals/BU rubbish. I admit it: I’m getting too old for that krazy kockadoodie krap.